But my life is too short to keep listening to my parents.” The words came automatically, as if they were coming from the centre of my being. This is... who I was, what I was all about. “Why, is it your parents that are troubling you?”“They will never accept me for who I am.” Salman had stopped crying, but his voice was still littered with heart-breaking sadness.“They don’t need to know,” I said firmly, “At least for now.”“I know, I know,” he whined, “But that’s not the problem either. Ever since. ‘You bastard, what the hell are you trying to do’. I shouted at him for a few more minutes and when I was done, I hung up before he could reply. Feeling much better and finally hoping I might be able to forget about him, I took the IPod into my room ready to chuck it into a drawer and forget about it. Opening the drawer I saw my headphones, did I listen to the IPod? As much as I wanted to leave the IPod and forget about it I just couldn’t, curiosity got the better of me, as usual, I plugged the. Even when you are sleeping". Val looked over at Cindy and both of them giggled. 'What the hell is going on here', I wondered. 'Why is Val talking about being cautious when you sleep? And what the hell is up with all that fucking giggling'? Then it hit me...Steffi's wet dreams. Could Val possibly know? Of course she would. She did the laundry. Steffi's soaked sheets would be hard to disguise. I guess she could have told Val that she just spilled some water or something, but the fact is that. Her eyes told me I was right. A broad piece of duct tape across her mouth kept her quiet while I worked. What did kidnappers do before duct tape was invented?I started at the leg bottoms and cut upward toward more interesting territory as Carol’s eyes grew wider. I did both legs before I slid the scissors into the pants crotch. I could feel her mound with the sharp jaws. By now she was shaking her head back and forth rapidly and mumbling into the gag. I smiled, nodded ?yes? and cut, laying her.