.ifthings worked out...she would be company for you. If you hadn't...if I hadnot been successful, I would have had to send you away for her sake." Oka...y. Last question. Why do you do this?" Jacky checked herself out."Better." She came and sat beside Rachel again. "I'm not complaining, farfrom it. I just wonder...why?"Rachel got up and went out of the room, to return a few seconds latercarrying a book. Jacky took it and looked at the title. _Gender Therapy:Healing the Wound_, by Rachel S.. "They do it for money. If they capture big-shot, they keep him for money. Big-shot get away, they get you instead."Then it was clear to me. I'd been captured by bandits. This part of the world is full of them 7. Most claim some political cause to camouflage their true motives. Maybe Isidora's brothers would, but Isidora saw no need for such deception."You sleep now." She gave me a little smile as she closed the door. Soon, the light went off in the other room.I didn't think I'd be able to. Now that was a morbid thought!"Relax, girl. You could die out here, but you won't. Chris is probably hiding in those trees somewhere, watching you and getting a hard-on. The scamp!" I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING THE SHOW!" She called out. The crickets stopped for a moment . . . then resumed their chirping. Nothing."Maybe it was time to try and find a way out this. After all, half the fun of bondage was trying to get loose, and at least it would give me something to do until Chris showed up," Brenda. She did not feel pain but vulgar, delirious pleasure. The bonfire in front of the hut cast dark shadows of writhing figures sprawled everywhere around the beach and the hut. While quite a distance away, she could make out what those figures were doing. A bitter, pungent smell assaulted her first. She drew nearer towards the coupled chaos.She could hear faint moans and gasps rise above the crackling flame or the crashing waves. Her body was already sleek and wet by the time she arrived at the.