” The candid remark made Phil even more turned on. He thought to himself, wow, she just wants a good fuck, and is attractive to me enough to let me ...do it. Knowing that now, gave him a level of excitement he had never felt. Sammie approached him and stood there with a look of, 'Okay, time to come and get me.' Phil approached her and started kissing her. On her lips, her neck, her ears. He went at her like she was a lollipop. Phil’s lust level rose as Sammie started, herself, to slip her pants. "Be right back," I half-whispered barely shaking her from her revelry. "Don't go anywhere." It was a compliment as I hurriedly left that she didn't even bother to answer.A precious few minutes later I returned, the terry cloth robe that I held still warm from the dryer. "Ready to get out?" I asked helping her up onto still as yet unsteady feet as she stood, slipping into the luxuriously warm robe. "And dinner is ready, whenever you are. I hope you're hungry," I said pridefully having made one. She was crying, and screaming, but that only made it funnier. I could NOT stop laughing - I wish I had taken a picture of her just at that moment when they put her in the boot of the car, with her dress torn and a few light bruises when someone had to smack her to calm her down. Wish I took a picture then, but I didn't.So after that, I let my buddies look after her for a few weeks, while I played the whole 'mysterious disappearance' game with the cops and her family. Of course, they couldn't. I got my clothes together and did just that.I couldn't stop crying while running either. I tried to focus myself. I shouldn't be crying over John. He's in the past. I looked down at my watch. 5:30. I should get home.I walked in the door, and couldn't help but stare at the phone.'Just call him,' I thought out loud. I walked over to the phone and dialed his number. It only rang once. "Hello?" "Hey... Derek..-" Danielle, is something wrong?" "It's John, you were right.." Oh, god, I'm sorry..".