OK, I'm bored - I'm in my flat and I'm wondering why I'm living thislife. Always getting the short straw. You know, if there is ANYONE upthere - why d...o I wind up living this life. You know, the student-with-mates-that never-get-in-touch-on- the-weekend life. Combod with thenothing-on-TV-and-web-is-down night.Is there anyone up there? Don't know, don't care, all I know is......I might as well head for bed. Yeah, it's only 10 but who cares?Don't feel particulary tired but still...maybe a wank. "Suck mycock, slut."In any other situation, I would have resisted, but the memory of the paingot me up onto my knees. I moved to unzip his jeans, but he stopped me. "Ididn't say you could use your hands. You'll be punished for that later."The word "punished" sent a chill down my spine, but I ignored it andfocused on the task at hand. The last thing I wanted was to give Masteranother reason to hurt me. I started tonguing the pull, trying to get itup so I could grasp it with my teeth. I could. "Yeah, I'm Vic Denato," was the sneeringly insolent reply. "I suppose you're the warden here?" "I am," Jane said in icy tones, "Jane Thompson, your court-appointed guardian for an as-yet indeterminate period of time.*YOU* may call me Ms. Thompson." Something akin to humor, but darker and unpleasant, glintedin the boy's dark eyes. "Sure thing, Mizzz Thompson," he saidflippantly. "Whatever you say." Jane knew better than to allow a confrontation between themto escalate in public, so she changed. The woman stopped struggling. There was no way she was getting out of this until Wes decided to let her go. If she wasn?t so pissed right now, she might enjoy this a bit more. She had her fantasies too, you know. Luanne had set up this surprise for Julie for her Christmas gift. It was one of those things that just popped into her head after too much wine and candor. Julie had confessed to her that she had always had fantasies about being kidnapped by a stranger and used as a sex toy. This.