Then a finger, a single finger, moved between his legs. John felt his two sensitive lips of flesh part, his inner lips, and a single finger move insid...e them. John moaned, a cool and soft noise, and closed his eyes even tighter. The finger moved in and out of his lips, penetrating him in ways he could never imagine. He threw his head back, reveling in the sensations proceeding from this forbidden area. Just as he was getting use to one finger moving inside his hot, moist slit, a second joined. He saw Vassily, the man who’d captured him, stumble back, hit, while Vassily’s fire exploded the head of one of the thugs with a pistol. Over his head a gun barked and the one-eyed man screamed as he pitched over backward. Pyotr was using Steve as cover. Great, he thought dismally, straining to tear his bonds and reach Gwen. The automatic rifle was chewing apart the work table that Sergei was hiding behind, and Steve saw Sergei roll to the side and come up with his gun ready. The big man in. She said, "Let's go get a burger and fries and I will tell you aboutit."They went to the local Burger King and went in and got what they wantedand sat down.As they were eating she said." There is a quaint little shop at the oldside of town and it is supposed to be a store of magic spells and Ithought we check it out. Now if it isn't any fun we can go to a movieand forget about it."They finished up their burgers and fries and dumped their trays and putthem up and went out to the car.They drove. " Do you have it loaded right now?" she asked, her curiosity aroused."Sure, that's what's playing right now." They came to a light. He pushed a button. There was a click from under the seat, and then a man's baritone filled the car. "Alan Jackson," Jeff said.They had time for a few more songs before they got to the high school. The parking lot was half full. A lot of kids didn't care for the Thursday night dances at the school, but in rural Illinois there wasn't much else to do in the evening..