I... I... sit here and talk for a minute. You look so much better than a week ago." Oh, I feel like a different person. I mean, my marriage is still i...n big trouble, but..." I take it running around naked has something to do with how good you feel." Oh, yes. Don't think I'm some weird exhibitionist. Please, it's not that at all. From the first night we were here, there were little flirty, sexy things happening. You know how I felt about myself when you dropped me off. That same night I did a. "Listen and feel my presence. Your stomach is tighter ... tighter ... smaller ... more compact ... feel my words shape your body. I am your will and I am in total control."My stomach was tighter. The muscles cramped tightly and I could not control them. "Tighter and tighter. Smaller and smaller. Flatter, more feminine."I heard the strange chanting once again in the background. I could feel my stomach getting tighter and tighter and couldn't do anything about it. It was a very unsettling. She met a girl at school that had a horse and just loved listening to her tales. But she was realistic enough to know that horse riding was yet another pipe dream.Riding her push bike, participating in school sports when she could and sometimes jogging with her mother kept her pretty fit. The only reason she hadn't gone with her mum today was the need to get the washing done, as they had no clean clothes and she'd encouraged her mum to go for a run as she had so little recreation. And it was. This was done with suchspeed and precision it's unlikely anyone else noticed it. The side and rear doors of the van could be opened from the inside so itwas necessary to use extensive restraints to prevent a prisoner from escaping.At restraining techniques Cindy excelled. A duffel bag in the van carried allthe tools of the trade. The first step was to attach a thick leather collararound the prisoner's neck and padlock it. Several rings were attached theto the van floor. Cindy used a plastic.