I sat on the bench in the shade on a hot morning in July, waiting for my lover Dee. It was hard to contain my excitement as I knew that when she arriv...ed we were going to take our relationship to the ultimate level, deep in the surrounding woodland. My shorts did not really hide the bulging cock within and when the occasional person using the bike path would pass by, I would keep my hands on my lap to keep it from being seen. Dee was a mother who I had met a few months before at a play school. I decided to check the adjoining bathroom. My search for my wife ended there. Pam was sitting slumped forward on the toilet with her panties pulled down to mid-calf. Her hands were touching the floor on each side of her stocking clad legs. Her head was turned to the left and I could see her blue eyes staring lifelessly across the room. I touched her face, it was stone cold. What was I going to do? I should call 911 but there was no hurry! I couldnt save her life and neither could they. Then I. Before I could open my eyes or even spin my head around I felt two pairs of hands on my body. One pair held my hands while another pair slid over my eyes. I felt a cold metallic steel come in contact with my wrists and some sort of fabric tightened around my eyes plunging my world into darkness.‘What the fuc…’ but the word never came out as some lacy material was shoved in my mouth, followed swiftly by what I could only imagine was some form of tape.Blindfolded, gagged and bound, I started to. Whoever it was, they were long gone along with everyone else. An oppressive emptiness flooded the room as I got up. My room had been full of people when I stumbled in the night before, but now the other nine beds were vacant. I made it to checkout just in time to get my sheet deposit back. To combat most hangovers a greasy breakfast is in order, but in Europe this remedial solution is hard to find. Cold meat and cheeses would only upset my stomach further. My staple of coffee and cigarettes.