Andrea quietly entered behind him, guiding the door closed, and locking it. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as she raced to get them... done before Mark could stop her. Her shirt was open exposing her firm breast beneath the lacy red bra when Mark turned around. His stopped, frozen in surprise with his mouth open."You're all I've been able to think about," Andrea said, walking up to him as she allowed her shirt to drop to the floor. Her smooth, Native American flesh had a subtle. I froze, trying to keep all my blood inside my body. The knife slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the base of a finger. "Little one, do you know how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to the family to prove a point?" I closed my eyes and braced myself, sure he was going to cut me. Instead, the knife cut upwards, cutting the rope that tied my hands to the chair, leaving them tied together. He grabbed them and roughly pushed me off the chair, letting me crash to the. No trace of scent escaped. And of course, there were no drugs in the tanks on the return trips.Instead, in a narrow compartment between the axle/transmission machinery and the floor of the truck body, were three young girls. The compartment would have been very uncomfortable for the girls, if they had been awake. It was moderately ventilated, but very cramped. There were only a few inches of clearance above their faces. The girls were strapped down, to prevent accidental movement or removal of. She told me to wait. "I'm off in ten minutes. Why don't we grab a coffee." We stop at our local Tim Hortons (typical Canadian). We talked about everything; school, common friends and classmates, relationships, you name it. She told me she had just broken up with her boyfriend. She could never stay single for long because she always had guys going after her. She confessed her longest relationship was five months, which also didn't surprise me. She also confessed she didn't know what she wanted -.