She was Mrs. Abigale Hanscomb, the wife of Clark Hanscomb, the owner and manager of the largest credit union in the Worcester area. The ransom was $75...0,000, not as big as some, but big enough to get everybody’s attention. Mrs. Hanscomb was 47 years old, and a surprising beauty for her age. Hanscomb wanted his wife back, and he was willing to pay our rates for her return.He called on us because, as usual, the FBI and Worcester Police were getting nowhere. We were grateful to get the job because. Bobby had never been deep-throated before and wasn’t sure how Kim did it without gagging! It was unbelievable! Her teeth brushed the veined surface of his rod and even that felt wonderful! Kim seemed to sense when he was about to come, because when she had him to the point where it felt like he was going to explode, she backed off. Then, after letting him calm a bit, she would start all over again, playing with him, teasing him, giving him a level of pleasure he never dreamed was possible.. Whoa – she stood there with a wet head and holding a towel in front of her. When she saw it was me and not Dan, she simply said “Oh – Daniel ran down to the gift shop for a second. I thought you were he. Come on in Patrick.” “I just wanted to return the book” I said holding the book out and not wanting to look but hoping the towel could somehow magically fall to the floor. “Oh come on in. I just got out of the shower, Daniel will be back in a second and I’m sure he would like to talk to you.. A thick Russian accent. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Oh Jesus no, how could she be here? I tried to turn around but felt paralyzed with fear. ?I told you before? it’s too late- but you tried to run, didn’t you, even when I warned you it would only make it worse.? Her heels clicking on the floor as she came closer, the reflection on the mirror showing her smile and displaying all of her deadly curves. I could not turn away from her. ?Oh little lamb, don’t you see, we have you.