The question was, was she as good as she thought she was? Abigail would find out in the next few minutes.She had caught a glimpse of motion among the ...trees when the arrow had snapped her attention that way. Still holding the gun in her hand, she inched her way into the trees. Now, the options for getting shot were reduced by the trees, though most of the trunks were not large enough for her to hide behind. The Indian had the same advantages and disadvantaged as her, except for one: he had to. .it’s fine. Well rise and shine! Do you want some coffee?” I tried to get up, but her arm around me hold me back.“Shhh...what's your hurry, princess?”Her hand on my tit was gently rubbing my hard nipple. I bit my lips. Luckily, she couldn't see my face. I then felt her face move close to me, and her mouth was whispering right into my ear...“You are so fine, Caroline...Mmmm!”It tickled inside my body, in a good way when she spoke. Her purple pantyhosed legs were rubbing against mine. This was. She was breathing harder. “Yes.” “I like it when you blush. Do you want me to call you names now, Elaine? Hmmmm?” “I... I don’t know.” She had a sense of déjà vu before Gary interrupted the thought. “How wet is your cunt?” He made it hard to breathe. “It’s... It’s getting wetter.” “Are your nipples hard?” “Very.” “Can you see them through your top?” Elaine looked down and gasped. “Yes!” She looked around again. No one was paying her any attention. She squirmed. If that pattern remained true, the next murder would take place somewhere east of Montreal. But where and to whom?Having done all he could do at the computer for now, Bahn made a haphazard effort to straighten up his desk and went home to his Cartier Square hi-rise apartment.Checking the refrigerator and the sparse contents of his cupboard, Bahn grabbed a small pan and made himself a fried egg sandwich and a cup of tea. He was never much of a coffee drinker but would tolerate a cup, every so.