Jeb's Adventure On The Smith River

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Cindy was wearing a white bustier like top that was laced together up the front between her ample breasts. It provided barely more coverage than a bra, as her abs and belly button were completely bared by the short top. The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin and you could clearly see her nipples through the thin material. She wasn't even wearing a bra! Her elastic pull on shorts were made of a thin white nylon mesh and barely covered her ass cheeks as she walked. The material was so thin that if you looked closely enough you could easily make out the fact that her bikini panties underneath were bright pink. Cindy came inside a few moments later but made no mention of our previous conversation. The two of us went about our regular activities without a second thought. Kat realized she wouldn't stand a chance at pulling out her weapon before he pulled the trigger. She had obviously stumbled into a robbery in progress and guessed the real cashier was probably out of the way behind that closed door. Brian was Steve's best friend. Brian was such a gentleman and he treated me like a lady from day one. Brian didn't make me feel nervous like the other guys before him. He wasn't crude and didn't embarrass me, or make comments about my large breasts. He just smiled at my beauty and always gave me a gentle little kiss as his way of saying he loved how I looked. I fell in love with Brian and we married about two years after Cindy and Steve did. Kat swallowed. "Look, give yourselves up," she said sincerely. "This is crazy. You get the death penalty for killing a law enforcement officer."

Sarah. Why don't you take a break and come up and share some lemonade with me? You look very hot and sweaty down there."Yes, indeed, Stephanie, it is a beautiful scarf." Sarah started to feel a little uncomfortable and disoriented, and so took another large drink of the cool lemonade. Perhaps it was the combination of being in the hot sun and the cool lemonade, she thought to herself. Brent went into the board meeting. The chairman started it by asking everyone to stand for a minute in silence to remember Sir Henry. After this, he formally opened the meeting and the minutes of the previous meeting were approved. "Now, the next item of business is the appointment of a CEO. As you know, ladies and gentlemen, Henry expressed the wish in his will that his daughter should be offered the job. I for one would have no objection. However, it has been put to me this morning that she has declined the job and gone for a holiday abroad. The suggestion is that the post should go to Henry's son Brent. Comments please." I saw the frown on her face and I could tell that the guys were going to have to stay away longer. I didn't pay any attention to the rest of the conversation. I was too depressed. I slumped down on the sofa and cried. I missed Brian a lot.

The man handed his shotgun to the Hispanic robber. He stepped over Kat and knelt before the young cashier. The young woman's eyes widened with panic. She tried to roll away but he caught her by the legs. The cashier shook her head and whimpered as the robber reached for the fly on her jeans! Even worse was the mental aspect of the situation, which began to take its toll on Kat. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable in her life. This was just downright humiliating! As a police detective she had always taken care of herself. She had held her own in the rugged streets of Palm City. She had to be twice as good as her fellow male cops, and she was. Kat had always prided herself on being independent, resilient, tough, and in control. At the moment, however, she was anything but resilient or in control. They went in and raided the house. They searched every foot of the house but could not find Wendy. One of the men found the room in the basement. It had a bed in it with bits of rope and the ball gag on the floor, but there was no sign of Wendy. Had George just lost his niece forever? He could not believe that. In her room, he found her phone, her purse and other things that she would not have left behind. He accused Brent: “Where is Wendy? I know you have done something to her!" Kat snapped into alertness as if she had just been poked with a cattle prod. She raised her head to attention. Had someone just called out to her? Was she imagining things now? I had the traumatic experience of being bound and gagged in my own home, in the context of a home invasion robbery. On that horrible day, it had been pouring rain continually. On my way in to my carport, I noticed a car parked in front of the townhouse next door to mine. There appeared to be a person in it. There was a local realtor's logo on the car door. I thought nothing of this because I knew that this particular townhouse was for sale.Sit down and have a glass of this", her hostess invited, "and do call me Stephanie. It's so very formal calling me Miss Jones. There will be a time for that later."