One day after our football game, we all headed back to Josh’s place, the quarterback of our team. And before you start getting ideas, it wasn’t a ...party with a crapload of beer (although, I will be honest, there was some), it didn’t turn out to be an orgy, no drugs, no shitloads of sex, just a party with some pizza and a couple movies. Now, Josh’s parents were cool. They let us have some beer, provided we stay in their house for the night so we won’t get arrested for drunk driving. There were. Whats he want?”“He wants you.”“Is it JimBob ... or a deputy?”The sheriff said, “Cora ... it’s JimBob. May I come in?”The sheriff was well acquainted with my wife. Usually it was her calling him. Sometimes it was rustlers but once in a while it was for some damn would be rapist or child molester ... or maybe it was a combination. She answered the door to strangers with her S&W Model 66 in stainless and loaded with .357 magnum shells I had reloaded with mercury infused wax capped 90 grain hollow. It wasn’t my birthday until Monday, it’s now Friday night, until then I was to be the groups “entertainment”, The clothes I was wearing were a gift mine to keep, I could leave whenever I wanted and call “red” as a safe word all games will stop and I must leave straight away, lastly the key to my bag was my birthday present and I would get that at 00:01 Monday morning. It then hit me, yes I could leave but dressed like a slut and that’s before they did whatever twisted things they had in mind. I. .story unfolds like a drama..hope you enjoy!) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When the alarms started clanging, Sara panicked, shrieking and clinging to her hubby... just part of an unfortunate set of events that meant he was hampered when three of the (dummy) criminals came barging into the office. They quickly overpowered Ayan and Sara as she clung to her hubby, limiting his ability to fight back... it.