”Cynthia smiled at the truck driver, a rugged looking man, perhaps in his fifties. Lanying had positioned their car perfectly for the guy to look do...wn and easily see Cynthia’s tits. She caressed them openly, blowing the driver a kiss, pinching one nipple and then the other for effect. The man’s mouth was slightly open, and he slowed down further. Cynthia knew it was a battle between looking at her exposed boobs and staying on the road.After a moment of teasing the truck driver, Cynthia told. Viewed from the outside, the curtains were light,either white or beige, with darker spots in no apparent pattern. He could rememberwhen they, his neighbors, had first put up the curtains. What had he been,twelve? The absolute time or age did not matter; he remembered it was the summerhe and Jessica had spent nearly all their time at the little lake near town,the summer when it rained so much. Of course they could not be expected totake swim suits all the time, could they? Besides, such things. The story she told me was unbelievable. She just wanted to thank me for preparing her in hand-to-hand combat. She’d killed four kidnappers. Ripped them apart with her hands. She’d been drugged, sexually violated, and heard them talking about where they were going to sell her.”“Shit! That’s terrible. Whitney, I’m so sorry,” Nicki said. She actually came over to where Whitney was sitting and hugged her. “None of us have had to face what you have to face. I’m so glad you trained her.”“Well, when I. "Come in my dears." She gave Jane a kiss on the cheek. "Now firstthing I want you to go up to the bedrooms and try on your costumes,make sure there's nothing wrong with the sizes, alright?"She took Jane by the elbow and they all went straight upstairs.Accompanying him was a woman he didn't recognise but who introducedherself to him as Myra's sister, Nurse Goody and she led him to thefar end of the corridor into what was obviously a young girl'sbedroom. It had a pink, white and lilac based.