" Ashton said quietly as he held the warm hand of the blonde."You can start by telling me who you are, and where I am." Rachael whispered faintly with...out opening her eyes. "I feel like there's a thousand pounds of pressure lying on me." I am Ashton Mitchell. I am the truck driver that rescued you off of I-146when I found you in the snow freezing to death." Doug, is he here? And where am I? Are we in Montana?" Rachael asked."I'm afraid not. We are in Denver, Colorado, and you are in the St. She was very bossy though and liked to have things done her way, not just sexually. She was a strong-willed woman who knew what she wanted and she always got it her way. I have always been a little bit on the submissive side and she had more of a dominant personality.Anyways, the only blight in our lives was our neighbor who lived on the same floor. His name was Tom; he was a confident little brat, no more than 18 years old. He had gotten the apartment from his rich parents. Tom could have. His fingers ran up the smooth, firm thighs, lifting her short skirt and then slipping under the hem of her panties. He lifted her in the air and she kicked off her heels.For her part, Rita clung to Chris, letting her body rub against him. Her legs dangling as he carried her towards the bedroom, she freed one hand and fumbled between them, pushing his sport jacket off and she began to unbutton his shirt.As Chris moved them towards the bed, he released Rita's bottom long enough to unzip her. Bridget and her mother had stayed overnight at the trailer, watching the kids and calling the hospital, to try to find out how badly Kaitlyn had been hurt.Danny would have gotten out on an OR release after two days in County jail if the probation department hadn't been coerced, by one of the assistant DA's, into filing against him for violating the terms of his probation agreement. If I'd had a suspicious nature, I might have suspected certain parties of using this as a way to get more money.