She struggled, her icy glare fixated furiously upon him, freezing him to the core, yet it did not stop him from pulling her to him and holding on.He d...id not let go, wrapping his arms tightly around her form, stroking her hair until she stopped struggling. "I'm sorry…" He whispered constrictedly, "I swear to God I'm sorry…" She uttered not a sound, dropping her face against his shoulder, allowing his to bury within her hair. He only pulled her closer, warmth sinking through him as her hands. I want to call out but think better of it. I test the restraints again and I know I am not going anywhere. I start to struggle and make noises, hoping that "Pete my captor" will release me soon so I can take care of business. I hear footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door. I hear every little noise the door handle makes just before it releases it grip on security. The tumble of the roller inside the door makes a special noise when you are in the position that I am in. I hear the jingle of. I couldn't get a job. Ugly doesn't sell.Just when we needed money, I became a burden, at home, although mom & dad could never quite come out and say it.Jack was away at college when this all happened, and when school finished, he was there for me, and only him.He tried to reassure me that there would be plenty of opportunities, but nothing could drag me outta my despondency.Jack tried appealing to my former vanity and reminded me that I still had the body that had the boys lining up, trying to. I hope that it will be as enjoyed being everyone who reads it, as it was obviously fun for you in writing it. I loved having my share of fun in inspiring you in writing it. Hmmm, I wonder if the seed of desire to fulfill that stranger/stranger fantasy has set itself.Perhaps some more stimulation to captivate your imagination and desires will further fuel it. I know you're looking for fun and excitement, so allow me to excite you some more.It has been about a week since you had gotten those.