"Liz looked at Hannah with an expression that suggested she thought Liz wasn't being entirely honest."Look, I haven't. Never." Well, we all have. And ...we do. It's, like, a club and we play this sort of game." Tying each other up?" Uhhuh." It's not so odd, Liz," Hannah said. "Even if you've never thought about it, I bet you've enjoyed tales of damsels in distress or TV shows where the heroine is in danger from the fiendish villain. Heck didn't you ever want to be Penelope Pitstop to Ben's Dick. ? ?No, no please.? seemed to be the only thing I could say. In one quick motion he tore off my panties and thrusted his gun at my lips. ?No more of that now. Though I am starting to reconsider. I wont touch you.? He scooted backwards and sat in the corner of the couch. ?Come here. Come and sit on me.? All I did was sit up. He pointed his gun back at you. ?Don't make me repeat myself. Come here and ride me, bitch.? I didn't give it another thought. I crawled over and put one leg. Would you care for anything else?" No... coffee's fine." The waitress nodded and left to getthe coffee."I'm forgetting my manners, my friends call me Duke." Iheld out my hand and she shook it, giggling. "What's sofunny."She continued to smile, "I gathered that was your name...you know... your friend." Ah... him." I kidded. Thankful that he couldn't see howenamoured I was with this female. "So... what's your name?"She smiled and watched the waitress pour coffee in her cup,"Most of my friends. Sticking his hand out he said, "Looks like we found your boat for you. My name's Grant Avery, this is my fiancee, Jannie Baker." Sorry, I'm being impolite. I'm a Grant also, Grant Sherman. My folks were Civil War buffs."Walking towards the lake they chatted until they got there."I have a posted reward of $200. for information on my boat. Is that enough? If it's not I can increase it if I can get my boat back in reasonable shape."Shaking his head Grant told him, "Mr. Sherman, I have thirty-five.