BUSTED!
‘Well,
well... what do we got here?’ - asked Allana.
‘Wow...
these are the real thing! (…) Right?’ - said Gwen as
she looked at Allana and me.
I
capitulated and nodded, and the look on their faces...
I
had been busted, royally.
The
two pictures in Allana’s hands (one for each hand)
were of a young girl, in her birthday suit, lying over a bed in a very taut
tape hogtie. I admit that, in my haste, I had made it too tight...
Her
crossed ankles were lying against her bare behind and there was a substantial
amount of tape halfway from her knees to her ankle, making sure her bent legs
were kept packed. And her arms? I had wrapped a lot of
tape from her elbows down her wrists! And more to keep them taped to her torso!
I
had been mean to that gal that night...
The
picture in Allana’s right hand showed my once captive
on her right side, the picture on her left hand was pure evil, the girl’s
overly gagged face was crying for real and her large (and fake) breasts were
meanly squashed with much more tape than I actually would have needed to trap
her arms...
But
the picture in Gwen’s hands was the winner...
A
selfie, taken years before this kind of picture
became popular. Three faces appeared in it, the face at the center
was looking at her right with obvious contempt and hate towards the masked
lady. The face at her left (and whose head was being pressed against hers) was
more a mix of curiosity and excitement than actually fear. Both faces at center and left were gagged with what looked like long
strips of white cloth wrapped a few times over whatever was making their cheeks
bulge, but to me they were still fairly recognizable, like if I hadn’t been the
one putting those two in their distressing situation I would be able to say
‘this one is that girl, you know, from that place?’ and ‘that
one is that girl from...?’...
And
still they didn’t recognized her.
The masked face at the right? Well, save for the color of the eyes you would not be able to say anything
about who was behind it. It was black and nondescript and with only two tiny
holes for the eyes.
And
the eyes were black as well...
‘You
wore lens?’ - asked Gwen.
‘Of
course, and a couple of fake ‘tribal’ tattoos that
went all the way from both my shoulders to the elbows... I was wearing a
sleeveless shirt with fingerless gloves in my hands so both of them had a good
look at my arms... You’re going to pry me THIS story one way or another,
right?’
Both
cousins of mine nodded with that kind of determination I used to dread when I
was five and they were eight (Allana) and seven
(Gwen). I sighed a very unconvincing mock ‘sigh!’ and
we went back to the table. But first I had to put the photos back inside the
album.
It
was the third time they showed up to hear stories about my days in the
bondage/fetish industry, and as usual Gwen (or Fay as she called herself
these days) went to the kitchen to provides to us three a tasty dinner while me
and Allana (Irma) stood around giving as
little help as she needed (she’s really that kind of person that takes
possession of your kitchen and you’re glad for that...). After the Creole
recipe we cleaned the table and I brought the albums... You wouldn’t believe in
what kind of details they usually demanded from me! But at some point I told a
very good story about why the girl ‘crudely’ tied up to a mast in a ‘basement’
was looking at me and the other naked girl (who would end up minutes later tied
up ‘embracing’ the first girl) with so much anger... One of my best stories of
that time mind you... and we laughed and laughed and... Gwen’s right hand hit
one of the albums that fell on the floor spreading its content for us to see
and catch.
Turns
out that I had hidden the three Polaroids behind some
pictures in that album, and when they saw the pictures that I had purposely
hidden from them...
“First
let me tell you one thing... DON’T be deceived! The pictures are real, the
situations they show were real... and they’re both fakes. Those three are....
shall I say... half-fake. OK?’
Both
women nodded.
‘Alright,
it all started in 199*, when I was hired by... some guys to ‘take care’ of
whoever would be found with the guy they were after. From what I know their
target was some sort of lawyer or worked with something related to a law firm,
and was the Casanova par excellence. The chances that there would not be a
girl, even up to five girls, there with him were minimal. So we went there and,
as we planned, there was this girl... taking a shower. He was right in front of
a big TV, watching a basketball game and waiting for the girl to come downstairs...
his house was not big but it had two stories. We stormed in and soon the guy, and my partners, were out, and I went upstairs to ‘take
care’ of the girl. We had done everything as silent as possible, the guy wasn’t
able to raise any alarm before my partners jumped on him and she was just
singing (off key) some pop song. And I went ‘Psycho’...’
‘You
mean...?’ - asked Gwen.
‘She
was there, enjoying the hot water and suddenly there was me, all clad in black
masked dame with a gun in my left hand behind her, she tried to scream and my
right hand was all over the lower part of her pretty face. I said ‘Are you a
martial arts specialist?’, twice, and she shook her
head as little as I allowed her. Then I said: ‘So be a good girl and you’ll
have just some ropemarks, don’t be and you’ll get ropemarks, nasty bruises all over you and two black eyes
for my trouble, understood?’. Next I pulled her out of the shower and gave her
a towel, I needed her dry to really tie her up (have you ever tried to tie up a
wet chick?), and then I made her gag herself (with some hankies I had with me)
before I took her out of the bathroom. Five minutes later we were downstairs,
she was tied up right in front of the TV (simple stuff... ankles and wrists,
behind her back, and gagged and blindfolded, also with strips of the towel she
had used a few moments before) while I sat on the sofa. My job for the next
four hours was to receive a phone call in which came the sequence: ‘Channel
This, Channel That and Channel That Too’, so I grabbed the control and took
three pictures of the girl, making sure that she was seen with whatever was on
air on those three channels, next I went to the guy’s computer and e-mailed him
the pictures. Then I was back to the sofa and to watch whatever... a 40’s movie
with Danny Kaye I think... I was watching. When the four hours, and the guy’s
job, were over I grabbed the chick and asked her if she needed to use... you
know, and I warned her to not try anything ‘funny and stupid’, and as you can
see... she tried. So I went into mean mode and took two pictures of her with
her Polaroid camera before I left. About thirty minutes after I was gone the
police showed up and freed her...’
‘Ok,
but you said that it was all fake because...?’
‘I
was hired by whoever hired me, but who hired him/her to do that job? Casanova dude. It turns out that thanks to the good old
‘attorney/client’s privilege’ he was in deep trouble. How deep? His client had
put cameras inside his house! Bugged his phone! And hacked his computer! It was
big deep **** and he wanted out, but couldn’t because even if he managed to
prevent his client from doing whatever he wanted to do, I never got all the
details, he would be disbarred! And he’s a lawyer up to this day so... he
needed a cover up. Back in his law school days he worked pro bono (it is
‘for free’ Gwen) to the person who hired me. This person, who was guilty of the
crime the DA’s pinned on him/her but thanks to Casanova had gotten a minor
sentence, had left him with a phone number ‘just in case’. So Casanova called
him/her and they set everything. We knew that we had to be ‘convincing’ in our
‘performances’, so we all acted as if it was for real. Later the guy used the
footage, the cops found the hidden cameras and managed to track their source
successfully, in his trial (or whatever it was) at the Bar association, since
after all he did work against his client’s interest for a night... but with a
good reason.’
‘But what about the girl?’ - asked Allana
before Gwen could do it.
‘She
had been, shall we say, the ‘bait’ for whatever trap that the client had used
to get Casanova’s help. She was hot, she was great in bed and she was owing Casanova big time... So he wanted ‘a mean bitch’
to take care of her while he did all he did for ‘her sake’... and I was that
‘mean bitch’... And he helped her to don’t get any jail time along with his
client, he helped her to pass through what she ‘suffered’ under my power, she
was faking it by the way… so she could keep being in his good graces when her
participation in his troubles was found by the police! And she was/is
that great in bed…’
‘And
she found out about him?’
‘Yes,
but let me tell the story Gwen... Fast-forward nearly ten years. My days as a
‘bad girl’ were behind me, and my days as the ‘Hooded Nasty Gal’... (...) sigh...
STOP SMIRKING THE BOTH OF YOU!... (...) As I was saying, my days as she were about to end.
The person who got the company after the tragic death of the original owner
knew about my past, and couldn’t stand that the relative success of the
business she now owned was mostly due to a criminal that had evaded justice.
She was that kind of dumb ******* idiot! Anyway, those days were about to end,
but in order to honor the memory of her sister she
fulfilled all the planned shoots that had been booked and keep the site open
for as long as her ‘born again’ attitude allowed her to. And who was one of the
models who were to be my victims?’
‘She?’ - asked/said Gwen.
‘Yup. Though her breasts were back to its
original size now and she was no longer a blonde, it was her. It was a double
shot, the ‘Hooded Nasty Gal’ kidnaps ‘bikini babe’ and her friend, ‘snoopy gal
in daisy dukes and tank top’ goes to the rescue, only to be captured and left
behind as ‘bikini’ babe’ is carried OTS (with lots of pics
of her nearly bare behind) to an unknown fate... She was ‘bikini babe’, ‘snoopy
gal’ was Zee Lee’s... a gal that was famous both for her looks and ‘perfect
damsel’ attitude as well for the fact that she ended up tied and gagged ‘for
real’ like once a month!... first job after her sister had some troubles that
made Zee work to everybody that didn’t do porn. Let’s just say that, for about
a year, my previous victim tried to be a fetish/bondage model, but it didn’t
work out... I am NOT getting ahead of myself. Anyway, I saw her coming and
fortunately I was with the hood and doing my ‘Hooded’ voice. Although it had
been one of the stupidest ideas I had ever heard, the late owner of the whole
thing really had wanted me to NOT be easily recognized by any of the models I
would ever tie and gag, hence the ‘hooded at all times’ and ‘add a Texan accent
to your voice’ rules that she paid me an extra for. So I was hooded, and doing
my other voice, and she at first did not recognize me. We went to the same pool
where I had ‘captured’ all those dames before her and... A
few cheesecake shots before she fell in the character and pretended to be sun
tanning. Then a few shots of me ‘invading’ the place and ‘attacking’
her. At first it all went well. I handgagged her, she
made those big ‘HELP!’ eyes and I lifted her from the towel she was lying on
and as soon as I started to bind her body... her ‘HELP!’ eyes became even
bigger! And she froze in place. I looked at the photographer lady and my boss
and told them that she was panicking for real but, as it wasn’t the first time
it had happened, I told them to give me five minutes. Over the years I had
dealt with eleven other gals that had actually fallen into despair mode right
in front of me. Usually I would untie or untape them
and talk to them. With her I kept the ropes on but was twice more friendly than
the usual, I told her that there was nothing to fear from me, that I knew how
much she was in need of the money (my boss had told me that) and other things
and, after like ten minutes, she was calm enough to get the shoot going on. She
was torn and scared to the core inside her, but she WAS in need of the money
and there was no way I could do her any harm with all those seven people around
us... and she started to plot her revenge against me.’
‘She what?’ - They yelled in almost perfect
synchrony.
‘It
was sooooo obvious! But then we went into character
once more and she was ‘kidnapped’ by me, a couple of pictures of Zee Lee
discovering her abduction and off we went, to the back of the house. Usually I
would untie the model(s) in between shots, but I told
everybody that I had made a bet with her and if she managed to stay put and
calm, and just pretend to be scared when the photographer told her to be,
through all the daylong shot, I would give her my pay for it. It wasn’t the
first time I did it, and it actually granted me some good friendships, so they
all just nodded or had that ‘Again?’ look in their faces. And I was silently
plotting how the **** I would take myself out of that hole I found myself
inside. I mean, honestly, what were the odds that something like that could
happen?’
After
twenty or so minutes in which Allana tried to
convince us that the odds were big, and we couldn’t make her realize that they
weren’t, I could continue.
‘The
shots went as expected. I managed to untie and immediately retie her in a
different fashion, and once when she asked for a break, which allowed the
different positions of the six shots to happen, I also tied and untied and
retied Zee Lee and when it came the time to the final scene... I simply grabbed
her and carried her to my dressing room. The other guys thought that it was a
prank of mine, since it was what I had done with the girls who had panicked
when I tied them up for the first time in their lives, but I soon had her taped
up to a stool in my room. She was already well tied, lots of rope all over her
legs and arms and torso, but I had her pinned to that stool before anyone could
realize it, and of course she started to cry as she realized how faint were her muffled cries for help. So I sat on her lap as I
dried her tears and with my best voice I tried to reassure her. Yeah, she had
‘busted’ me, but she had nothing to fear from me. Once I had been a thief and
many other things, but now? I was a nobody living under
a false name. If I did not manage to convince her and she went straight to the
police, or she called the cops as soon as I released her, I would simply
disappear. And I told her to not worry to have me ‘visiting’ her one dark and
stormy night... I would disappear for good from her life, forever and ever! And
then I started to untie and untape her. Right on
time, both my boss (who wanted to check on the girl) and Zee Lee (who wanted to
talk to her) were knocking at the door. They got in, saw that the girl was
shaken but was holding on and Zee Lee deciphered the whole thing first, she had
been the victim of an actual crime in which she had been tied up and gagged. Of
course, neither my boss (who would certainly freak out) or
Zee Lee knew that I had been the one who had tied... Hmmm...
Let’s call her Donna, ok? Neither of them knew that I had been the one
who had tied Donna nearly a decade before, but the three of us
talked to her and managed to calm her down. Next, I gave her my pay and Zee Lee
invited herself to Donna’s apartment, claiming
to be a great cook (she asked for a pizza since all she wanted was to talk to
her), and off they went with Zee taking a ride in Donna’s
car. Both Zee Lee and Donna took part in other shots, now separately, in
the next week and when it was my turn to visit Donna’s
apartment... I found two mikes and three cameras and Zee Lee hiding inside a
closet, and the bimbo (real blonde dame with real & gigantic breasts) was
carrying a gun with both hands!’
‘Donna
had told her the truth?’ - asked Allana.
‘And
they tried to set a trap for you?’ - asked Gwen.
‘Yes
to both of you. Zee his ‘magic talk’, she really can get someone who is barely
holding on a secret into reveal it. It doesn’t work all the time, but when it
works... The problem was that Donna knew that I hadn’t left any proof
that it was me who took care of her that night. No DNA and no fingerprints. So
she needed a confession. First Zee Lee, in between and after the ‘kidnapped
secretary’ shot we had five days earlier, made me a few questions that were way
too obvious, and then Donna, her shot was of the ‘bound nude damsel
wandering around’ kind, asked me to be at her home. And there I went, with a
gizmo that ringed like a phone if he detected any mikes occupying half of my
sports bag, there was another gizmo and ‘just in case’ some rope and scarves. As soon as she closed the door behind her the gizmo started to
ring. I apologized and told her that I needed to take that call, I
opened the bag and there it was: ‘Three devices detected’ (in that room). I
looked around and recognized the disguise of a popular (and cheap) ‘spy
camera’, a clock in the shape of a black cat, but kept it cool. When I was sure
that there was someone hiding inside the apartment I reopened the bag and activated
the scrambler gizmo inside it. Donna was right behind me, and we were
both in the living room and outside the view of whoever was hiding in her room,
her apartment wasn’t exactly small but not big either, so I simply shoved a
scarf inside her mouth and told her to stop ******** me. A quick, but both
cruel and efficient job, and she was lying hogtied in front of her own sofa.
Ten minutes later I forced Zee Lee, now stripped to her panties only (I
practically had to just extend my right hand and she sighed and handed her gun
to me… to have her stripped and bound was even more easier!), to hop to the
living room and there I rearranged Donna’s
bonds to match Zee’s. Big toes, ankles, above and below the knees, around the
waist (and linked to her crossed wrists) and elbows, next I tied a short piece
of rope connecting ankles and wrists and left them alone, as I went to fetch us
a dinner. Yeah I know, I am not a great cook, but I don’t poison those who are
dumb enough to prove my food, do I? Soon both girls were lying on the floor at
my feet, flanking my chair, as I had my dinner and took my time doing it. And
soon both girls’ stomachs were really audible... and both were admonishing
themselves and each other every time I snickered after I heard their
protests... But then I grabbed Donna and put her tautly bound body over
her own table and removed the gag. I spoon fed her while we talked about what
had happened. That’s how I knew that she had learned the truth about the whole
business because guess who talks in his sleep? But she couldn’t prove a thing
and that’s why she had tried that trap. I then asked her if she was really
stupid or what, and to emphasize it I looked down at mewling Zee and asked her
if she knew how much a dumb girl BOTH of them had been. There was no way she
could ever get me behind bars for what I had done to her. But I was a woman of
my word. I hadn’t really hurt her that night, but I had warned her to not try
anything ‘funny’ and she had tried anyway. Ok, I shouldn’t have taken the
pictures, maybe, but still I hadn’t been mean to her or with her. Now there was
I, living a new and honest life and ready to have it ruined, totally or
partially, if either she or Zee Lee went to the press or the cops. So either I
killed them both, which I reassured wasn’t my MO, or I struck a deal with them.
She wasn’t that hard to convince, 10K and a ‘behind the eyes of the law’ help
phone number and she would not say a word. So I next undid the
hogtie, added some tape for good measure and placed her over the chair
at my right, and used tape to trap her there. Zee Lee was way more cooperative.
I undid the hogtie and had her sitting on my lap as I spoon fed her and she
more listened than talked, and was too bad of an actress to try to fool me
again. No money, but another phone number for any kind of emergency she found
herself into. I left the apartment around 1 AM, and both dames only managed to
free themselves from the ‘hug’ I put them into by morning...’
‘But...’
- and Gwen grabbed the picture that I had put back in the album, this time back
into its rightful place, and showed me - ‘...but none of these dames is the one
from the other two pictures!’
‘Of course. This one...’ - and I pointed at the
face in the left - ‘...is Zandra ‘Zee’ Lee, this another...’ - and I pointed at the furious one in the
middle - ‘...is a gal whose name I won’t tell. I am not finished yet girl, calm
down will ya? Just to ‘punish’ them for the trap they
trap to spring on me I left them over Donna’s
bed, both wearing only panties and in that ‘mock embrace’ kind of tie. It took
over a year for me to hear again about them both after that night; that had
been my last week as the Hoo… her and I lost touch with many guys and
gals. But one night this gal calls me and there’s this customized photo shoot
that someone from Boston is paying her a lot of money to take and it’s
basically… there’s quite a story behind that night… the plot was that the
‘Hooded Nasty Gal’ (STOP!) invading a pajama party
(all girls were wearing white, pink or lemon green bikini-style underwear with
thongs and see-throughs but…) and leaves with all
their money as they are all way too tied up and thoroughly gagged to prevent it
from happening. But there was a catch, in the guy or gal’s original idea I was
supposed to do all the tie-ups alone and in one night, and of course the guy
didn’t wanted ‘simple tie-ups’ for the girls… but ‘customized’ ones, quite into
the artistic fashion without repetition and with me doing it all! It would take
hours to do that! Hours that we didn’t had! So I called
him/her, he/she was a big fan of mine and agreed (and liked a lot) to follow my
idea. I grab a girl, tie her up and with a gun against her head I force
four of the girls to tie up (rather simply) the other four, next two tie up
two, one tie another and I tie up that last one before I give each girl my
total attention… He agreed and we shot it all in less than half it would have
if we had followed his original idea. The girls got all very thankful for my
idea, and after the shooting, when all nine women were back to normal/casual
clothes, we went to a pizzeria and we talked and I learned about their ‘fate’.
But only after two more years is that Donna asked for my help. Simple
stuff, she had dated a guy who had taken ‘spicy’ pictures of her and if she ‘dared’
to leave him... the idiot kept the pics inside a hard
drive that he kept inside a shoe box inside his closet! The next morning he had
to go to the dentist while she destroyed the memory with the biggest hammer she
could handle all alone. She genuinely hugged me, and even told me that... never
mind...’
‘What?
Come on girl...’
Me
and my big mouth! It didn’t take long for Gwen, and Allana,
to pry it from me...
‘She
told me that, if I really was into bondage, that she really wouldn’t have any
problem into posing for me for free for the whole weekend! Ooooohhh...
STOP IT you two! It’s not funny! (…) Not that much! Not… Oh well, it is…
mildly funny right?’ – And they nodded!
‘Ok,
but what about the third picture?’
‘Well,
that was a bit more complicated... Zee Lee was being fooled by a ‘friend’ and
found out quite by accident. Only problem was that she had
been really fooled by her ‘friend’, the other gal in the picture. I
don’t recall all the details, but let’s say that if Zee Lee simply cut
relations with her ‘friend’ she, and her family, would lose tons of money,
maybe all their life savings. So she needed to get her, and her family’s, money back before she said ‘badbye’
to her ‘friend’ (her words, not mine). I called some guys and learned about the
scam and the ‘friend’ was a real pro in scamming people... I needed to knock
her off her base before anything. So I planned a raid on her house. Zee’s
presence there when I struck was absolutely not in my plans, and to be fair I
still wonder what she thought that she was doing! I told her to avoid being
there during that day and there she was! But in the end she helped me, and
helped me BIG time! Imagine the scene... two friends are talking about the
investments one made the other do, one is saying to the other one that her
worries have no base, no substance at all, and that her profits will be
‘tremendous’... and in comes the mandatory all clad in black masked dame with a
gun in her right hand saying: ‘Oh, really?’ - I said starting a round of
laughter from their part...
‘You...?’
- started to ask Allana as soon as she got her breath
back.
‘My
plan was, originally, to simply ransack the place and find the phony stuff she
had used to con Zee Lee, pretend to fall for it and either record her
confessing that it was all a scam or make her tell me where she kept her
profits. But Zee’s presence there changed everything... I ‘now’ knew about the
scam and, with treats to both my captives, made with an empty gun, I got the password for her computer. I had called in a
few favors and Jocasta,
that dame from Silicon Valley, soon hacked into the computer while I rearranged my captive’s bonds.
First I had made Zee tie her friend... let’s call her Heather, I made her tie her friend’s hands behind her back and made
them both go to the master bedroom of the house, next I had tied Zee’s hands
and soon both were lying in the same hogtied fashion over the big bed of the
room. Just to ‘pass the time I made them strip naked completely, one at the
time, and put them in the following fashion: Heather, who was four inches taller than Zee and about forty pounds
heavier (although not all in fat), sat on a stool and Zee sat on her lap facing
her. I tied and cinched a long piece of rope above their breasts and another
one below them (sort of in Zee’s case), so they hadn’t much room for their
upper arms which were now pinned at their sides, the cinches were for that
actually standing in between the arm and the torso, and rope at the other
woman’s waist and their own legs kept the forearms and wrists in place as well,
their arms were as stuck as the rest of their bodies. More rope to pin Heather to the stool and to pin Zee to Heather and voilà!, two very secured captives for the price of one! I,
jokingly, confessed to them that I had recognized Zee Lee as a former bondage
model and couldn’t resist my urges... and that’s when I received a call from Jocasta. As predicted, Heather
was going to disappear within a week, vanish from the face of the Earth. But
the way she had done her thing made impossible, for the law that is, to legally
point her name in the whole thing! So I saw Zee Lee, who was really starting to
have doubts about me and my ‘help’ and... I pretended to have received
incredibly good news. And started to take Polaroid pictures
of the two, that ‘selfie’ included, as I kept
congratulating myself for my good luck. When I finally ‘calmed down’ I
told Zee that she had fallen into the trap of a con artist... that there was no
profit at all and that, alas, if I would ever have the chance of taking a good
chunk of Heather’s money... she would have to disappear...’
Gwen
almost yelled a big ‘What?’, but Allana placed her
right hand over Gwen’s both hands and, with only her eyes, ‘gagged’ our cousin.
Then both women turned to me.
‘It
took me five minutes to untie Zee from over Heather
and put her on the floor of the next room, I whispered to her that the gun was
unloaded and I wasn’t going to do anything to her, and
I asked her if she could stand a few hours of discomfort in order to get her
money back. She nodded, obviously wanting to know what was going on and what
were my plans, but then I asked her if she was too good of an actress to lie on
the stand in the most shameless fashion... she shook her head, so I put her in
a bearable hogtie, told her to trust me (as if she had any choice) and went
back to ‘Heather’... I said that I
knew everything, everything!, and that now she had but one choice to avoid jail
time or even the death row... because if she didn’t followed my orders that was
what was going to happen: the police would find her bound and gagged in the
buff and alone in her house but with the pictures of her with a bound and
gagged Zee Lee tied to her lap, the police would then find Zee Lee’s corpse,
next they would find that she wasn’t ‘Heather’
but somebody five states already wanted to meet in person, next...?’
‘And
she fell for that?’ - asked Allana.
‘The
thing was that I would rock her off of her base badly so she would not stop and
think straight for any moment! Con artist, and let me teel,
that lady was a big name among them! If she stopped and thought for a moment...
well, I could get the money back to Zee Lee and her family, but Zee wanted her
to pay for what she had done to her and who knows how many others! If not with
a full confession, what does that gal has with confessions anyway?, with proofs! Smoking guns kind of legit proofs! The best part? The moment I killed Zee Lee...’
‘WHAT????’
‘At
some point I saw that she was starting to cool down, to rationalize... so I
needed to put her back off the tracks! So I said that I normally wasn’t into
killing people, but she had millions with her and I would do anything to get a
chunk of that money. So I went back to the room where Zee Lee was still
writhing on her bonds on the floor, and she heard a shot, then she saw me
(actually my shadow, I had checked her view point as I took the selfie) dragging something down the stairs. Minutes
later I came back and told her that she was now living in a house where a
murder had been committed, that I was going to take the body away but that I
would be back in a couple of hours and we would have or business talk. And I
pretended not to notice that she had managed to create more slack with the
slack I left on purpose as I removed Zee Lee from her lap... It still took her
twenty minutes to free herself and check the other room. Puddle of blood?
Check. Blood? Yeah, it’s blood and not tomato juice or
syrup. Missing bed sheet? Check. Bullet hole on the floor
(causing blood to drip on the room below her feet)? Check. Trail of
blood from the puddle to the garage, where one of her cars is missing? Check.
By then she had put on some clothes, she decided to get the **** outta there and went upstairs one last time, grabbed a few
pieces on her room and threw them in a suitcase, next she grabbed some papers
and left home in a hurry. Then, and only then, is that Carl Dark got out of the
closet in the guestroom, and carrying a still slumbered Zee Lee in his arms...’
The
look on their faces...
‘I
told you that I had called some guys... didn’t I? Two of them were with me when
I invaded Heather’s house. Carl Dark
and Patricia ‘Pat’ Loomis, and you know how those two can be stealthy when they
want it. So when we heard Heather
reassuring Zee about her investments Carl had the idea about the ‘maniac
burglar turned killer’, the idea was that I would pretend that I was some loser
who was owing too much money for the wrong people and the prospect of getting
all the money I needed, only to find out that I had deposited my last chunk of
hope on a scam..., well that would break me badly... I’m not sure if I managed
to let it ‘slip’ enough data about me to help Heather into believing in it... but I was very convincing, wasn’t
I? So after a quick conversation with the other three we set
the whole plan in motion and both Carl and Pat went out to get the blood.
They bought it in a butchery...’
‘It
wasn’t human blood?’
‘Nope
Gwen, pig’s blood most likely, maybe ox’s... Anyway, while I was talking to the
overly gagged Heather, and deviated her attention from the little I had allowed her to
see of beyond that room, Carl went upstairs with three big pots full of blood.
He told me that Zee panicked when she saw him entering the room, but he soon
was over her, holding that big hand of his... he’s 6’5” remember?... over her
(now also) taped lips and whispering into her left ear that he’s a friend of
mine, which didn’t worked that well to calm her down... Anyway, minutes later
he had her inside the closet in a taut ball tie and kneeling on the floor
facing the closet’s door, and he kneels in front of her and grabs an aerosol,
aims it at her face and... The funny thing is that she told me that it wasn’t
the first time she was subjected to Quick Nap... That girl has quite a jinxed
star over her... But now she was out cold and I could ‘kill’ her... When I got
inside that room there was this big pool of blood and I shot the floor at one
of its edges, next I pretended that I was wrapping the corpse with one of the
bed sheets, but what I actually dragged downstairs were some encyclopedia books (or the likes) inside four big pillows
really soaked in that blood. I confirmed with Pat that the tracker she had put
in the other car was working and left the house. Heather got herself free and five minutes (or even less) she was
out. Carl got out of the closet with Zee still down-and-out and he took care of
her for the remainder of the action, while he cleaned up most of the mess we
created (minus the bullet hole). She woke up like
twenty minutes later, submitted to a simple tie up, (wrist, ankles and above
the knees tied firmly yet without any rudeness if you know what I mean, or any
rope linking any of them to another and with she over Heather’s bed), with her underwear back on, and gagged with a
single strip of microfoam tape without packing. Carl
totally ignored her as he cleaned the place, he checked if she needed any
‘break’ before he left, she needed, and he retied her
in a slightly tighter fashion (and now in a hogtie)
before he left her. And that’s how the cops found her two or three hours later
after he called them...’
‘And ‘Heather’?’
‘She
ran away, in a bee line, to her base. You know how con artists have to have a
place where they can be themselves and not whoever they usually pretend to be. A ‘real’ home. And that’s where she went. Just in case she
got enough of her wit back to NOT do that, Jocasta
was turning all her weblife inside out. But since she
had a whole bunch of ‘lives’ based on lies it would have taken days for her to
find the real deal. But I had managed to scare Heather well enough... so she drove all night. I and the other
three that had the gizmo that told us were she was… what?’
‘How
many people were working with you?’ – asked Allana.
‘Seven…
they all owed me something and as long as it wasn’t Zee’s money (or her
family’s), they could take anything that managed to put their hands on. The
whole thing cost me about… never mind, it all paid up and with some profit,
even for me. Anyway, at some point Pat checked if the ‘beep’ in my screen was
her car, then it was Norman Keye’s turn and by the
time it was… the third person’s turn she was arriving there. She went to her
home and we gave her like ten minutes before we got in. She was having a bath…
cooling down… and realizing that she had been conned… How I LOVE that phrase! I
conned a con-woman!... but when I invaded the bathroom
and she was in the tube… she barely flinched at seeing me. ‘Zee Lee?’ she
asked. ‘Alive and well’ I answered. ‘That much blood?’ to which I answered
‘Most likely from pigs’ and then… ‘And now?’, to which
the third person answered…’
‘Who
is/was that third person?’ – asked Allana.
‘A
man/woman’s reputation, after he/she leaves the ‘field’ is basically all that
he/she has. Heather had conned that
third person, conned him/her big time… if me, or any of the others, tell who
was that third person… it would be much worse than when he/she realized that he
had lost all his/her money…’
‘So
you’re not…?’ – started to ask Gwen, and my slightly shaking head stopped her
in mid-sentence.
‘So?’
‘The
third entered and soon I was acting as a human shield for Heather. But after me and Pat cooled down the third we went down to
business. The third was in charge of tying up Heather (and did quite the efficient, and absolutely not in the
slightest cruel, job with rope and tape) over her bed while we checked and
double checked everything. It was in the kitchen, under the table, that we
found the hidden safe of the house. Inside it? Four
hard drives with everything and more that we wanted to know about Heather. Jocasta
managed to get all the third’s money
back to him/her (although it took her nearly a day to succeed), everybody got a
chunk from way too past successful
enterprises from and when the cop’s entered the house… eight hours later…
they had enough evidences to…’
‘You
BITCH!’ – said Gwen.
‘Big time ********* BIG BITCH!!!!’ – added Allana.
I
knew that their reaction would be that. I just knew it.
But
I had made a promise, that the third
person’s death the year before had turned void (but still), that I would
not tell anyone about my participation, or anyone else’s, in Heather’s downfall.
Even
with her being the one that had swindled Gwen and Allana’s
fathers, and most if not all of their friends and buddies, of all of their life savings! And those two, now
very enraged cousins, right in front of me spent months trying to find who had
gift-wrapped up the woman, the very one they had wanted to find the past four
years, for a small town’s police force in Idaho to find!
It
took me a while to cool them down…
But,
honestly, they had looked at a picture of me (presumably) and she in the same selfie! Yeah, she
was gagged, well gagged, the lower half of her face gone under that looooong strip of cloth…
But, still…
Anyway,
in the end they understood that, if they hadn’t heard anything about it from
all the others involved in that couple of days’ activities yet, it was because
my partners in that ‘job’ had a more strong adherence to their words. They
quickly took notes and made plans, who was going to talk to who and when and
where it would happen, and in the next month they managed to get in touch with
all whose identity I slipped to them. And none of them told them who the third
person was either.
Back at that moment, please?
Well,
those two looked at that picture for a full minute and still held it in their
hands, both the right ones, as they allowed me to speak once again… they didn’t
wanted to let that picture go beyond their power! Their reactions had been as
bad as I thought it would be...
‘Well…
we went back to LA and split up. Oh yeah, I was forgetting. Dark had managed to
convince Zee to tell the cops some stupid story… that she had gone visit her
friend and found a ‘fat masked gal’ cleaning up ‘a lot of blood’ and another…
masked… gal jumped on her… and she ended up as they found her… Yeah, that’s the
origin of the ‘pig’s blood myth’ regarding Abby/Heather’s capture... I don’t
know how or why she didn’t ended up in the news, honestly, her mom and sister
gave a couple of interviews that I can recall as the ‘last victims of Abby
Keeler’, but not she. She gave her testimony, she took the stand and all that,
but the attention of the media was aimed somewhere else. I mean, that’s
weird... isn’t it?’ - They both nodded – ‘Anyway, like a year later I am at my
shop and who waltzes in, attracting all my male customers and employees’
attention?’
‘She
knows your name?’ - asked Gwen finally letting go of the picture.
‘And
your business’ address?’ - asked Allana as she
guarded the picture in her purse, only a week later I would see it back into my
album. Why it took her a week to make all those copies of it?
‘And
my humble home’s one as well... I am usually invited for parties at her place,
birthdays and such, and she’s a great patron every time she shows up at the
shop. Who gave her the address... well that’s one of the few secrets ‘Miss
Blabbermouth’ hasn’t told me yet... No... no, no, no
and no!’
But
when those want me to do something for them... One week later they sort of
‘crashed’ into a private dinner I had with Zee. Don’t get me wrong, Over two
thirds of the gals I tied and gagged while being you-know-who were just
business, two or three are big frenemies of mine
(those ******!) and the rest is people I don’t mind to bump on every now and
then. Zee is part of the six that I call friend. No sex-partners of any kind,
two of them are big proud lesbians but I don’t swing this way, neither does
Zee.
We’re
just friend, ok?
Anyway,
one week later Zee arrived a few minutes late for our dinner and of course
those two flanked her and we spent half the time with them asking her about
‘Heather Milbourne’, at least THEY paid the bill, and
the rest of the time... well, I already told you about Zee... she got two new
‘friends’ that night... that gal is that good with leaving a very favorable impression of her! And when they finally went off
I had to apologize with Zee for the trap I had sprung on her...
Back,
again, at that moment?
It
really seemed that I had told them everything and they were just about to leave
when Gwen, not Allana, suddenly looked at me and
demanded to Allana that she gave her the selfie. Next she grabbed the other two pictures and
opened one of the larger albums, and found the page from where I had picked
those three pictures. When they had seen it, hours before, I had told them that
the missing pictures were of a big ****** guy whose name I didn’t want to
remember so big he was as a crook!
I
did manage to convince them that I had ripped the pictures in that page into
the tiniest bits possible and threw them away... until Gwen’s hand proved me a
big fat liar.
Now
(then) Gwen was placing the pictures in their places and found out that her
hunch was right... That album was of the giant kind, for those large and larger
pictures. That page had now three pictures in it... and an empty spot clearly
occupied until recently by a fourth picture...
Their
eyes were more efficient than any word with their accusations...
‘Well?’
- asked/demanded Allana.
So
I grabbed the other ‘giant’ album of the pile and went straight to the large
picture of the Halloween Party of 200* (The one I went as a convicted prisoner,
zebra pattern uniform and all?) and removed it from the album. Behind it was
the fourth picture, that Allana pried from my fingers
before Gwen could do it, seriously... they were acting like pre-teenagers!, and soon they both asked in unison...
‘Weeeeeeeell?’
The
picture was taking from a medium distance facing down a row of bound and gagged
hogtied captives. Of the only man in it (at the extreme left of the picture)
you couldn’t see his head, of the last woman on the right you couldn’t see her
knees and part of her legs, of the four women in the middle of them you could
see pretty much everything, since none of them was into ‘big & modest’
underwear...
And
one of them was Zee Lee and another one was Donna... Ok... in between
them was a gal that looked a lot like Zee and the fourth young woman... wasn’t
so bad either.
Right…
The
only one above her weight, a lot, in the picture was the gal on the right
‘corner’ of the row.
‘Zee
Lee’s younger sister (the third dame from left to right) is a gal that had for
years the same bad luck that Zee had, although in her case it was directly
linked to her love life. She already a row of jerk, jerkier and jerkiest
‘boyfriends’ when she met one that put her in some sort of sexual slavery... he
did pimp her as she was kept as his (and his buddies) captives somewhere up
north... really horrible history that I don’t know the details and even if I
did... Anyway. She managed to recover, found a new
life here in California and even a new boyfriend... a rookie cop...’
‘And
the guy was also a jerk?’ - asked Gwen.
‘Of the dumbest kind of jerks! Imagine the scene, I return here
after a long day of work and who’s waiting for me inside my own home and
lying on that same sofa you’re both seeing over there? Bugs Kremp.
I say: ‘You better have a good reason for what you just did!’, and he? He
simply grabs a brown envelope, of those big ones, that was lying in his lap and
hands it to me. Inside it were half a dozen pics of Maryan, that’s Zee’s baby sister’s name, with her
boyfriend. Plus some pics with her and her big sister
and in one of those pictures where were they? Buying gardenias in my
shop! And Bugs tells me everything. The rookie cop had managed, somehow, to
steal a evidence against ‘someone’ (I didn’t asked who was paying him) and
wanted to sell it ‘back’ to this person for an outrageous sum, the guy hired
Bugs and Lew Collins and two others to retrieve it for less than a third of
what the cop was demanding. They had already determined that either the guy was
keeping the evidence, whatever it was, in his home or in his girlfriend’s one.
In exactly one day the rookie was going to visit his girlfriend at her home and
he and Lew and someone else, a newbie whose name I won’t tell you, would invade
it. At the same time the fourth guy... forget it!...
would be turning the rookie’s apartment upside down. But while they did the
surveillance on the rookie they found out that his girlfriend was the little
sister of ‘smoking hot Zee Lee!!!’ (Bugs have two or three of her
calendars), and that she was one of MY friends. They knew that if they
did the raid I was going to be involved anyway...’
‘So
he asked you to be there?’
‘Of course NOT! But we talked and talked and talked...
and that seemed the only solution... So the third guy ended up helping the
fourth to raid the rookie’s house while I... you want details don’t you?’
‘What...’
– Allana.
‘...do
you...’ – Gwen.
‘...THINK?’
– In stereo….
‘It
was supposed to be just another night for the lovebirds. He and Maryan would go out and have a dinner and some dance at a
club. The security system of Zee’s home was ridiculous... I could have broken
in with my eyes closed! We got in and heard a discussion among the sisters. Maryan was regretting to ever tell Zee about her doubts of
the future of her relationship with the rookie, Zee (who had never liked the
guy) was telling her how big of a mistake she was making and we could clearly
hear them from downstairs! Zee went down the stairs to drink ‘something cold’
to cool herself and was trapped in Lew’s arms before she realized it. And her
eyes... her eyes!...
when she saw me... I told her ‘You don’t know how much right you are
girlfriend!’ and begged her to ‘play along’ as if she didn’t knew me. She
hesitated and I told her that the only reason I was there was to ensure that,
NO MATTER WHAT was going to happen in the next couple of hours, she and Maryan and anyone else would be safe all along. Maryan’s boyfriend was biting more than he could chew, and
I would ensure that, while he got whatever was reserved for him, no one else
would really suffer for his stupid actions. She just said, in a very meek
voice, ‘You promise?’ and I nodded. Four minutes later, when Maryan showed up in the kitchen to continue her argument
with her sister, I had already taped Zee to a stool. She had taken off the
jeans and sweater she was wearing and was now with her crossed ankles taped
together and to one of the three legs of the stool, her own legs had some tape
over them (and some to attach her to the seat), her wrists were also taped
behind her back and she had an ‘X’ shaped gag over her lips. Maryan also recognized me, and did not believed when I told
her about her boyfriend’s ‘behavior’... so in her
case I had to be more... shall I say... ‘efficient’?...
with her bindings.’
It
was true. In the picture Maryan was (along with her
boyfriend) the one whom I had bound the in the most stringent way possible.
Save for her all women, including the fat Latino lady, were simply lying on the
floor face down with their ankles and wrists bound and linked together, there
was some rope or tape here and there to make each tie singular in its way, but
nothing too severe. Maryan’s body was encased in a
mile or so of rope, as she had been prior to the hogtie...
‘I
tried to reason with her for like five minutes, and all along she trashed in
Lew’s arms, until I said ‘E-nough!’ and went into
drill sergeant mode...’
‘Oh
oh...’ - said Gwen as she smiled...
‘Lew
had to help me, but soon she was ‘wearing’ enough rope for three of her and was
bound to the stool next to Zee’s. Soon? Soon... It took me nearly half an hour from the
moment I told her to strip to cinch the last knot! I looked straight into her
eyes and told her that, liking it or not, before the night was over she would
learn the truth about her boyfriend. Said and done, the moment I finished
saying it the irritating buzzing sound that their bell made was heard. I went
to check and there they were, Donna and a black model that had been
‘under my power’ about three or four times. They ringed it once more and I
opened it. ‘Hey... long time no see! What have you beennmmpphhhh!!!!’
and now I had Donna and... her name was... was... Rikki! Now
I had Donna airborne in my arms and Rikki was being held by Bugs. He frogmarched her to the
kitchen while I spoke to Donna, I
simply said that I had to be there that night and she looked at me with those
inquisitive blue eyes of hers as I removed my hand from over her lips... ‘Does
that have anything to do with the loser Maryan is
dating?’ It turns out that Rikki was engaged with
some dude at City Hall and he was FURIOUS with the disappearance of ‘the
evidence’ that could take down some big time leech. Make it volcano’s
eruption’s style furious! When he told her a few details, that he was NOT
supposed to share with anyone, Rikki put two and two
together and contacted Donna, telling
her how much trouble Maryan’s boyfriend was, one
thing led to another and there they were... to try to dissuade Maryan from keep on seeing him. Donna told us all that while I tied her up, after she took off her
clothes, and then to one of the chairs of the kitchen (they had just two stools
in their whole house!)... Rikki, now calmer but still under Lew’s mighty frame, just attempted to
nod and shake her head every now and then. Next it was her turn and,
since I had zero businesses with Bugs and Lew (other than tie up and take care
of the girls), they left us alone in the kitchen while they went to talk in
between themselves. Since Rikki’s gag was just a
single and very big strip of white tape over her lips I just removed it,
carefully mind you, and we talked and the others nodded and shook their heads
and, especially in Maryan’s case, forgot every now
and then that they were gagged. The whole thing was about embezzlement and
pensions... and that’s what the last lady went to talk about with... ****! What
was that guy’s name? Peter... Peter?...’
‘Pedro
Juan Almendro.’
‘Right
on Gwen...’
‘But...
I thought... that...’ - started Allana, but I put my
right hand over hers and she shut up.
‘She
called him ‘Pedrito’, she was his aunt and knew what
he had done and why, gambling debts or something like that. Anyway, it turns
out that the evidence he had stolen would made some of her friends’ problems
much easier to handle if it was back to the DA’s hands, whatever love she had
felt for him was gone for good by the way she talked about him. Her words were
the ones that sparked the most intense reaction from Maryan...
that gal had (again) believed that she had ‘done it right’ that time with
Pedro. But soon I had five ladies to deal with as we waited for Pedro to show
up. By then we were sure that Maryan hadn’t agreed to
hide ‘the evidence’ with her and that he hadn’t hidden it somewhere in the
house without her knowledge, Lew broke one of Zee’s favorite
vases while searching for it... The problem was that all five women had seen my
face and four of them knew my actual name... But then Lew, of all people!, and Bugs came to the kitchen and Lew made a simple question to Bugs: ‘The one who
hired you to steal the stuff from the cop... does he/she told you to warn
him/her of any plan against him/her that you hear about?’, Bugs shook his head
and Lew grabbed Rikki and the aunt’s purses, he
checked their driver’s license and wrote their addresses in that tiny notebook
he always carry with him and told them to tell everyone that I was wearing a
mask, of the same lucha libre
fashion he wore but all pink, all the time as we were there, and if they did
that... Then he turned to me and said ‘I owe you nothing!’ and all of us, minus
Maryan, nodded more or less synchronously at him. And
he did owe me nothing! About forty minutes passed and there was the buzzing
sound again... Thirty minutes later I took the picture after I told Pedro in
the meanest way I could produce: ‘I would hate to be in your skin tomorrow
morning...’ before I left. Since he was blindfolded as well he honestly thought
that the picture was of him... My plan, that I told all my other captives, was
to purposely leave a slack in his bonds as me and Lew tied him up while
demanding to know where he was hiding ‘it’...’
‘And
it was...?’ - asked Gwen, no one had ever heard about the hiding spot before.
‘In
the bathroom, on the wall behind the loo, there was this fake ‘tile’ or
whatever. We got a text message from the two guys at his apartment like ten
minutes before he showed up! So we pretended that we still wanted to know the
whereabouts of ‘that’, tied him up and took a picture of ‘him’...’ - and I
waved the picture in my left hand at them – ‘...I still don’t know why I aimed
the lens at them...’
‘Oh really?’ – In stereo again, and that mocking
smile... but I was telling the truth!
‘Anyway...
I said that we were going to ransack his apartment and I would send our client his
picture as a bonus. And we left, or so he thought. The guys did, I hid in
the kitchen. After four or five minutes I heard him putting his clothes back
on, saying ‘sorry babe’ in a tone that didn’t matched the words and leaving in
a hurry. I went to the living room and Maryan was
crying the Mississipi, Zee was looking at the front
door (still open) wishing that she had a death stare and the other three were
looking at me as if saying: ‘And now?’. I closed the front door, went back to
the living room and crouched on the floor, and then I grabbed the Latino lady’s
purse, after a quick search I found a card from a law firm. I asked her if that
was that was her friends’ lawyer’s number and she nodded, then I told her that
‘he’ would get in touch with him, next I told Rikki
that I would visit her... soon. Finally I grabbed Zee in my arms and took her
to where the purses were piled one over the other. She grabbed a phone from one
the purses (not hers obviously) and dialed 911...
About ten minutes later the APB on Pedro was on and they were all freed from
their bonds. I had already gotten in touch with Lew, who ‘visited’ Bugs’ client
the next morning and my shop four hours later. Two nights after that I visited Rikki, I wish I could have simply waltzed into her
apartment, but I had checked and I knew that there were cameras in the
building… So I put on a wig and a beard and strapped my breasts and it was a
‘man’ that the cameras saw entering the building and jumping on Rikki as soon as she opened the door… and they got good
images of ‘him’ leaving twenty minutes later. Two hours passed, and when the
boyfriend showed up, answering an unexpected text message from Rikki (sent by me of course), he found her bound in the
buff inside her bathtub with torn strips of three of her towels... I had to buy
her new ones and those were old anyway... and how she complained as I tied her
up!... with half the stolen evidence in an envelope
over the bed. Sure, the police and their CSU did quite the job in trying to
find out any clue about the ‘brute’ who had tied her up, she made sure that
they believed that I wasn’t the same woman who had bound her three days
earlier, but of course they never got close to the truth...’
‘And
when Pedro was finally arrested…’
‘Maryan was sitting in front of my door when I got home that
night, she cried TWO Mississipis before I managed to
put her to sleep, the next morning Zee Lee and Donna showed up and by nightfall, when I returned she was… slightly
better. And of course she swore to ‘give up’ on men… one month later I saw her with a new boyfriend, who was also a
jerk! Three jerks later she met her husband…’
‘Jerk
too?’ – asked Gwen.
‘Noooooooo…
No, no, no and no! Just a
bit... not too bright IF you know what I mean…’
‘Zee and the others?’ – asked Gwen
‘She
shows up every other week to buy some flowers and to have a talk with… her
‘jinx’ is now gone, but you won’t believe in what kind of mess she found
herself in the middle of because of it! We are used to trade stories while we have
a dinner… The other two… I haven’t seen them in over a year!’
‘That
trade sories stuff… it’s like you do with us and the
others?’
‘Why not Allie?’
And
we finally changed the subject as they both got ready to leave, they called me
a few names (but in a more sympathetic tone) as they rationalized that, due to
my respect to my word, I had tried to hide those stories they had just heard
just because the pictures they were linked to were on the same page of the
picture now under Allana’s grasp. The next day I got
a phone call from both my uncles, the first in over a decade in both cases. But
as soon as I locked the door I went back to the albums…
One
by one I removed the giant pictures and took out the fifteen pictures hidden by
them. On top of the pile was Rikki of course, her
nude body encased by those strips of cloth from her towels as she lied on her
side inside her tub. Then it was Donna’s and Zee Lee’s turn, lying on their side with ropes
all around holding their crossed wrists against the other’s small of her back,
their big breasts squashing each other and their ‘I sorry’ pleas muffled by all
that tape I had used on their lower faces…
And
then it was Angie on the lawn, the Kasey triplets side by side on the floor and
in the buff, the pretty yellow tape mummy called Suki, Jen lying upside down
and all the others… all those who had ‘busted’ me one way or another over the
years and, by any other reason, I had at some point bound and gagged as I dealt
with the treat they posed to my life.
It
was so dumb from my part! SO STUPID!
Who
would be idiot enough to keep PROOFS of her crimes…
No, to keep TROPHIES of her crimes that she had committed after, supposedly,
‘retiring’ from her life of crimes?
I
was… and still am.
I
put the pictures back on their pages and the larger and not so innocent
pictures that I used to guard and hide them back in place as well, then I
started to wonder if I would ever tell either Gwen or Allana
about the other times I had been ‘busted’ by a gal whom I had met while I was
still doing ‘it’.
Maybe
no, most likely yes…