Fuck, what is that bitch doing to me?Still the control ring passed down to where my hands had been bound behind my back. I could feel them get small...er and my bonds felt slack. The control ring finally passed my calves and feet. As it did I could feel my heels rise off the floor leaving only my toes to support my weight. I knew now I was shorter in stature. All my previously tight bonds felt much slacker and I was able to move around a lot easier but I was obviously still not going to go . It must be some trick of the shape of the hills, focussing the sound waves so that they carry this far."Keeping to the west slope of the ridge, she made her way back. Several times along the way, she had to cross back to the east side of the ridge to avoid impassable tumbles of boulders. Each time, the pulses of fear as she crossed the top of the ridge were weaker, confirming her guess that she was moving out of their focus.The eastern shore was curving away, the peninsula growing broader, when. * * * * * Alas, it’s a Friday. The day after the prom, and the school was practically like a country club. There were all types of people roaming the halls, and who could blame them- it’s too friggin’ hot to be sitting inside a stinking, non-ventilated classroom! Anyway, the sun was out in full blaze without a cloud in sight. I was not even thinking about going to gym class today. Besides, my newfound friend Mina said she wanted to thank me, although it escaped me how she’s gonna do it. As I. Is that true, do ya know? Probably one of those damned urban myths anyways." I stretched my denim clad legs out in the warmth of the sunlight, drinking in the heat through the fabric into my arthritic knees.Andrews ripped open the top of the snack bag and poured a few Cheese Nips from the bag directly into his open mouth. That was a good sign, showing he may have had a little 'down home' in him after all. After munching them a bit, he washed them down with a light swig on the Coke.Andrews.