“Hey!” He shouted out weakly. Patrick tried jerking on the rope once more, and became suddenly aware of the pipe that still rested in his ass. Sud...denly he heard a door unlatch, then soft footsteps, and his door open. “Quiet down, they’ll hear you.” A girlish voice from behind him whispered. “I am here to let you down so you can have a meal. However, I will have to string you back up afterwards. If you attempt to attack me then the consequences will be fatal. Do you understand, Patrick?” Her. It was done, she had no excuses, but what now. Should she tell Bill? No, of course not, she thought. It was Paris, four thousand miles from Chicago. She remembered Bill's reluctance to even have a relationship with her believing she would. some day, break his heart. She was going to make sure that would never happen. By God that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She loved him. She loved him with all her might. She had a nine hour flight to deal with her shame and remorse. Bill would be. A feeling of completeness closes about my heart like a steel band. As one, his hips and mine start to move, drawing apart only to surge back together again. Husky words of love and passion spill from our mouths, incomprehensible to others, but oh so precious to us. My nails raking down the sensuously flexing muscles of his back as I strain up to meet him. His hands locked behind my head, to hold my mouth captive to the plunder of his tongue. Coiled tension vibrates in the air around us as we. "All or nothing, right?" Jackie said."Yes, all or nothing." Darling, I want it all! I want you and will fight to keep you. I know we're going to have arguments, but I promise I will talk to you. I really think we can work anything out as long as we love each other. I also know we've only been a couple for a few days, but I know deep in my heart you're the only one for me." Jackie kissed me."What do you say, want to go get wet?" I asked."Baby, I'm already wet! I have an idea, let's go naked,".