She continued to dance for three entire songs. At the end, she walked over to the couch, straddled my legs, sat on her knees and then down on my legs.... The music changed from the dance stuff to slow romantic music and I guessed that she had specifically picked out the songs on the list.She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes and said, “ I have missed you all week and only want to be with you tonight.” Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned in and. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing. This was something I had overlooked.She shuddered though her orgasm. Clamped her legs around Rolf's head and drew him up by his hair."Oh, I must have it," she moaned. "I must. Give it to me!"Rolf looked over at me and I hesitated just a few seconds before I nodded my head for him to go ahead. He pushed forwards and Britt's hand flew down to steer him right."Aaagh," she moaned as he penetrated her. "Oh yes. Right there. Give it to me!" Suddenly her eyes flew open and she looked at me in horror.. “Change of plans, bitch, open your mouth”Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl’s mouth shut with duct tape, Megan could barely move her jaw. The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black wool bag and pulled it over the girl’s head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the poor.