She began to cry but did not fight against me when I told her to get back in the trunk. I let her stay out of the bag and gave her a pillow to make it... more comfortable a ride.All through Missouri she rode in the trunk, at the Nebraska boarder I let her move to the front and used the same painted dark glasses as I used before so she could not see. No gag and the seatbelt across her arms that were bound with a strap around her upper arms going behind her back and her wrists bound together in. I thought Jesus taught politeness, but I've must've got that wrong. The leading numbskull broke through the front rank of reporters, his spare hand pulling a vial of presumably holy water out of a pocket as he raised the cross in his other hand triumphantly and ran right over the edge. He dropped out of sight while demanding, "Get thee hen ... AHHHH!"The reporters on either side of him were still recovering from their being pushed so hard so weren't able to save Numbnuts, even if they'd wanted. ." I said."I'm getting very tired of being a prisoner, Carol. I want to see more than four walls and the inside of a van on the short trip here every week." You're thinking about an escape attempt?" There'll be no 'attempt' about it, Carol. I will be escaping."I stood up and moved round to check a connection on the machine that had been playing up recently. It seemed very odd doing nursing in the nude. As I was bending over, twiddling away, my patient took the opportunity to goose me. I gave. Her eyes meet his of ice blue, taking in his blonde hair and naked torso.A brief moment passes before they both succumb to the sexual tension pulsing between them.He grabs her right bicep, pulling her into the house and slamming the door behind her. His body crushes into hers, their lips meeting in an animalistic, desperate kiss. She moans as she wraps her legs around his waist; pressing her back into the door, he lifts her, trapping her between his body and the glass. His hardening cock.