You have kept me here for days. You could have tied me up, deprived me of food and drink, slapped me around until I gave you the location of my Mustaf...a. Why didn’t you?”“Again, I want good memories, not bad ones.”Before bolting from the savagery of the apartment, she insisted on saying prayers. She asked Vasilla for a prayer cloth. She laid the cotton cloth on the living room floor. She sat on the cloth with her legs underneath her. As she muttered the opening verses, she stopped for a moment.. It was closed, probably full of ... something. Not eggs. He was sure of that.Tom's eyes again swept the area. Someone had left this for him. Them. But no one knew they were here. The store owner who Alice had worked for knew she was still in the area, and she had stopped in the other month to do some shopping and say hello, but that was it. They kept their home a secret. But, his car WAS here all the time, for everyone to see. Anyone who knew it was his could assume he was on the other side of. “I won’t be long, don’t move at all until I get back.” he barked.While she was blindfolded, naked and kneeling in front of his tent she heard him scuffing about undergrowth; yet her tits and her nipples betrayed her excitement; her cunt was juicing-up and she had an urge to frig herself!The snap of a twig jerked her back to reality. Heart racing she strained to hear another sound. Was someone there? Oh my God. What if someone is just standing there, watching me? She agonized over whether to. "I don't know, really." Stop that sloppy thinking. It'll get you killed. It'll kill others. THINK. What did you do?" I just kinda felt for him and just snapped something" Really? Hmm, you're a powerful talent, Carter." Why do you say that?" Feel him ... go into him the way I've gone into you ... flow in there." How?" Like this..." Ah." I could see how to do what he was telling me as I sent my consciousness alongside him."Good, now what do you feel? What do you sense in there?" No one is home..