After they had eaten the evening meal, Jim, who was rapidly regaining his strength, remarked that he was in need of exercise, and walked out into the glade toward the smoldering fires.
"Don't go too far away…!" Buzz warned.
"Hardly… I'm not up to a hundred yard dash… yet!" he returned.
Joan, whose duty it was to wash the dishes and cooking ware, looked up as he arose. Quickly, she said: "Jimmy… if you'll wait a few moments… I'll go with you…"
"I'll be all right, Joan, besides I've got my trusty shooting iron… Got to get some of the kinks out…"
With true wifely concern, she said: "Please, be careful… darling…"
"I will…" he grumbled as he walked away into the rosy half-light of the dying day.
She watched him go, her heart going with him; she was proud to be his wife. It had taken her some time, after the shock of the excitement of the bear, for her to realize that it was her husband, Jim, who had with seeming calmness pumped three shots into the charging Grizzly Bear. To be sure, Buzz had joined him in the final volley that had dropped the bear dead in its tracks, but it was Jim, her Jim, who had faced the first, deadly test, the big pistol bucking in his hand with deadly accuracy.
The shame and humiliation Joan had experienced with Buzz and, subsequently, with Andy, had been almost more than she could bear. She had been a helpless tool of her emotions and passions, and she wax frightened; of course there had been the transitory fulfillment of sex… satiation as she had never known it. His job had almost ruined their married life; Jim's driving ambition to rise to the top in his chosen field of architecture had caught the attention of the partners in the world-famous architectural firm of Sloan, Kitchen and Wilson of San Francisco. They had hired him away from a staid old firm in the Midwest; Jim had jumped at the chance to prove himself. He had, literally, worked night and day, putting in long, overtime hours on his assigned projects.
He always seemed to be too tired, at night; he fell into bed and slept, his sex drive diminished to the point where Joan sometimes mused to herself she might as well be a sister as a wife. She had heard often about the development of such situations, a wife becoming a work widow, hardly ever seeing her husband, almost never enjoying him in bed, because the man was so tired he had no energy left to perform his husbandly conjugal duties. Joan was sure it would never happen to them… until it did. The weekends were the only times she could have him to herself, but even then his work took him away from her most of the time. She was hurt and confused, but she had decided to live with it, sure in her own mind that it had to come to an end… one way or another!
She tried to rationalize away her actions in succumbing to the temptations of sex and the idea of a sort of perverse revenge… a revenge of pent-up sexuality and of hurt, when she had accepted at face value the allegation that Jim had in some way – for a reason as yet known only to him – bargained her chastity away with his boss. She vowed strongly that Jim would never know of her aberrant behavior; further she vowed that there would never be another episode, telling herself that it was the strange circumstances of the plane crash, the resultant close relationships and her need to do something for her husband that had opened up the pandora's box of wanton sex. She hoped, fervently, now that he was ambulatory and gaining in strength so rapidly… that his libido would return to their mutual advantage.
Out here… away from his work and all its pressures… maybe we could pick up the threads of our sex-life! I want him… and need him… so much! Jimmy is really the only man I could ever love…!
Of course, she told herself, the reason she agreed to come along on this trip… was to regain Jimmy's love… the sexual love they both needed. Then, the bomb shell of the crash and his injury had exploded in her face, and she hadn't the experience to handle the situation. She had acted the fool. She would have to bear the burden of her own mistakes in silence. Then, she remembered! She had made a foolish assignation with Buzz… for tonight!
Oh, God! What made me do a thing like that? I can't let him think… that I'm an-an adulterous wife of my own choosing! What can I do to get out of it…?
While she had been thinking about her problems, she had worked steadily at her camp housekeeping tasks; now, she had completed her chores, and she looked around for Jim. He was nowhere to be seen in the camp area. She was worried, but she didn't want to alarm anyone, so she resolved to go look for him herself. She felt a little thrill… a hope that she would find him feeling even better… that she might be able to interest her husband in some good old-fashioned love-making.
Soon after Jim had left the eating area, Buzz Henson excused himself and headed for the plane to do a little more work on the radio transmitter, while there was still some daylight left.
Andy went to his shelter to lie down. He told Gayle and Joan that he still felt shaken up after his experience with the charging Grizzly Bear.
"I still feel kind of queasy…"
"I'll be with you in a little while, Andy," Gayle said.
Then, the older woman helped Joan for a few minutes, finally, pleading a headache herself, and went to the lean-to to join her husband. She flopped down on the sleeping bag next to him, leaned over and kissed him, hungrily.
"Well…" she asked, leaning back away from him. "How did you enjoy her?"
"Great! I think she could learn to swing!"
"Not yet…?"
"No… It's too early…" he judged. "But she'll come around! It'll take a little more work with her."
"Pleasant work… though! I couldn't teach Buzz a thing… He's a real stud!" she gushed.
"That's what I told you… remember?"
"Yes… lover! I'll always remember!"
"How about Jim?" he reminded. "He's up… walking around, now."
"He might not feel up to it…"
"I always figured, if a guy could walk… he could also fuck!" Andy observed. "Anyway… you don't have to make him work for it!"
Gayle stood quickly to her feet. She looked out and saw that there was still a waning half-light in the sky.
"Good idea!" she smiled. "I'm going to go look for him… while there's still a little daylight left…"
She looked toward the cooking fire; Joan was still busy washing up the dishes, unaware of anything else, as she concentrated on getting a stubborn pot clean; then, Gayle walked from the camp, swiftly, quietly, keeping the shelter between herself and Joan, heading slightly up stream, then turning to walk downstream when she came to the bank. She searched ahead of her as she walked. He was not hard to find; he was sitting on a fallen log, resting… or deep in thought.
Jim saw her, recognized her, in the dim light as she came toward him and wondered why she had searched him out; he was in no mood to talk to anyone. He had been trying to think of a solution to the problem of Andrew Sloan. The proof of the man's embezzlement of company funds lay in a waterproof package of bank notes in the bottom of a soft duffel bag in the Sloan's lean-to shelter, but there was no possibility of his notifying Kitchen and Wilson. He would have to do the best he could under the circumstances. The only saving grace of the present situation was that he was in a position to know where Andy was at all times. The man couldn't walk out of this place with the money, so, for the time, at least, the money was safe.
His boss' wife came to where he sat, easing herself onto the log beside him. She smiled.
"I'm glad I found you… Jim…"
He looked up at her with a query: "Oh?"
"Yes… I-I… wanted to tell you… how very thankful I am for your quick action today…"
"Just luck… Mrs. Sloan…"
"Buzz said it was pretty good shooting… three of your bullets were in a six inch circle in the bear's chest! Where did you learn to shoot like that…?"
"In the army," he said. "It's one of the necessary skills they drum into you…"
She caught his tone of voice. "You don't like to shoot…?"
"No! Guns are for killing! When I left Southeast Asia… I swore I'd never touch one, again… but when Andy went down… I knew I'd have to kill the bear! It was a hard decision to make!"
Gayle put a trembling hand on his shoulder. Her voice was low. "For Andy's sake… I'm glad you made the right decision!" Her eyes misted. Her lips quivered open, and she lifted her mouth to him to be kissed.
The realization of what she wanted came to him a beat late, but as she melted into his arms with a moan, her lips, moist and soft, begging him for his kiss, he dropped his mouth to hers, surprised at the avid, emotional return. Her tongue flicked out to outline his lips, then snaked inside to tantalize the inner, sensitive surfaces; finally, bursting through the barrier of his teeth to collide and intertwine with his own.
He was surprised and shocked; he had never really entertained a serious idea of carrying through on his swap agreement with Andy; that was only the key to clinching the invitation to accompany the Sloan's on this trip.
Her mouth was sweet, vibrant… sexy, and her probing tongue was alive, moving, as it searched and sent its message, sensual and sinuous to his very being, the center of life, his loins, where the contracting, crawling sensation, the racing, instantly trapped blood bringing him to throbbing, erect alertness, below, jerking and growing moment by moment and bulging out between his legs, told him how long it had been since he had made love to his wife. It surprised him, also, because of the weakness he had experienced, earlier in the day, when the walk across the glade to the signal fires had seemed so horribly far. His erection coming up so quickly at the touch of her lips gave him a feeling of assurance, a sign that he must be healing well. Then, he remembered who it was generating the sexual fire in him! It was not his wife, Joan! It was his boss' wife whose voracious mouth aroused him.
Damn! She must be trying to carry out the crazy swap thing… that Andy suggested…! And, I sure as hell had no intentions of carrying it out! I was sure I'd be able to blow the whistle on him… or stop him, somehow, from bugging out or whatever it is he's going to do with that big bag of money he's packing! Then, there would have been no reason… for swapping wives!
Jim raised his head, suddenly, breaking the erotic kiss.
"This is crazy… Mrs. Sloan!"
"Please, call me Gayle… Jimmy…" she said, languidly, leaning her head against his chest.
"We can't do this… I'm married… and you're married… it just isn't right!" he moralized.
"So… we're married… you mean, of course, to different people…" she corrected.
"Well," he huffed. "You know what I meant!"
"Are you worried about Joan…?"
"Yes… I've never…" he began.
Gayle cut in: "Well… don't worry about her any more! According to Andy… she takes care of herself pretty well… as far as sex is concerned!"
"What do you mean?" Jim growled.
"I have every reason to believe that he made love to her this afternoon…!"
"That's impossible! Joan wouldn't…! She just wouldn't do something like that!"
Suddenly, he remembered!
Christ! While I was looking to Andy's luggage… and Buzz and Gayle were having their bang-bang party… Andy was off somewhere with Joan!
Didn't you find anything strange about their coming out of the woods… at the same place… before the bear came after Andy…? she goaded.
"Well… yes… I did think of it, at the time… but with the excitement caused by that Grizzly… I-I must have let it escape me…"
"… Of course… that was one of the agreements you and Andy made… before we came away on this trip…" she reminded him. "As a matter of fact… it was the big reason for bringing you two along…"
"… But, Christ! I never thought it'd ever get to that point…!" he blurted. "I-I…" quickly, stopping himself, before he said more.
"You thought… what…?"
"That it could be avoided," he modified.
"You wanted to avoid… making love… to me…?" she pouted. "Don't you find me… attractive… desirable… in any way?"
"It's not that… you're really a beautiful… woman… but I-I've never…" he groped.
"Had any other woman…?" she supplied.
"Well… yes… but, my boss' wife… it's just not right…!"
"Andy's already laid Joan!"
The flat statement made him gasp: "No! It can't be!"
"He told me he had!"
"H-He told you…?"
"Yes! We have no secrets," she asserted.
"God!"
His face flushed in anger.
How could she…? God…! How could she make love to another man…? Joan… unfaithful!? I can't believe it…!
"He must have taken advantage of her… forced her!" he flung out, trying to find a reason.
"Andy's not a rapist! She must have done it of her own volition!" she countered.
"Bitch! Why the little bitch!" he thundered.
"Don't be too hard on her… she was just fulfilling her part of…"
He cut her off. "She didn't know about any agreement… damn it! She had no idea… none at all… about that!"
"For heavens' sake… why…?" Gayle probed.
"Because I didn't tell her… she would have refused!" he confessed. "She must have given in… made love to him… on her own! That's it! That's what happened!" he concluded.
"So… now… you can have me… if you want me…?" her voice was low, a bare murmur.
Jim looked down at her, now, in the rapidly failing light and saw her in a new way, as a desirable woman, a potential sex partner… one who could soothe him, at the same time give him a certain perverse satisfaction in knowing that he had repaid his wife in kind.
"God… yes! I want you!" he said, taking her in his arms, his mouth seeking and finding hers, his lips opening to take her tongue to suck and nip, and as she came into his arms, he was aware of her nipples, spiky against his chest through the light blouse she wore.
His hand went up under the blouse to fondle and massage, the fullness of her breasts plastic in his strong-fingered hand. He found the globoid hemispheres smooth and warm to his touch, their magnificence beyond comparison; he had to see more… feel more. His trembling hand reached and fumbled with the buttons, she finally helping him with nimble fingers, then shrugging and moving arms to make its removal easier.
His quick, indrawn breath caught in his throat at the vision of loveliness revealed to him, his mouth going to a breast to kiss, his lips and tongue paying homage to the satiny smooth skin, then finally, taking an erect, coral nipple to suck and tease; meanwhile, Gayle's hands explored his body, her sensitive fingers running up his thigh to his crotch to feel and measure, the warmth of his hard penis being transmitted to her through his pants. She found him hard and ready, his penis bulging out, throbbingly, against her hand, begging for release from its confinement. She obliged… zipping, dipping and freeing, bringing his long, hard cock out into the night air that was now becoming cool. He shivered as the chilling air washed over its length. Mentally, she compared, feeling and measuring; he was longer than Buzz, but thinner, almost slender, she decided.
The young architect gasped aloud when she so boldly liberated his hardening member, handling and fondling it caressingly, the shock of it causing him to jerk convulsevely; it was a new experience to him. Very seldom had he gotten Joan to use her hands on him, like this; for that matter, she hardly had allowed him to finger her. After a few experimental passes she would always stop him, never allowing herself to be worked up to a full arousal. Little wonder, he told himself, that his interest in sex had flagged as he compared his wife to a bag of meal.
"Let's get naked!" Gayle said, abruptly, standing to her feet. Rapidly, she slipped off her shorts and panties and stood nudely white and magnificent before him.
Jim looked at her nude body with mixed shock and wonder. Joan always insisted on wearing a nightgown, and their love-making was always carried out in darkness. Now, here with Gayle, as she stood in the light of the moon just peeping over the horizon, he saw a complete vision of loveliness. His eyes traveled from her face framed in chestnut hair to the full, mounding breasts, firm and pointing, crowned with pink, erect nipples pointing upward. Then his approving glance took in her flat stomach, ending in the vee at her crotch where slightly darker hair lay curling and downy, then to her wonderfully full curving thighs and perfect legs. He gasped with the totality of her, the rich, fullness of her body, the glowing beauty that offered him so much.
He still sat on the log, as she came to stand between his legs, her pubic mound coming close and even with his face. Involuntarily, his arms went around her hips and he drew her close, his face nestling in her warm, down-covered pubis. She began to unbutton his shirt, and he had to release her while she removed it from him. She pulled his undershirt over his head, then, kneeling before him to unbuckle his belt. He stood; she helped him to remove the pants over his legs and feet. In one stripping motion, she pulled his shorts off, his long, stiff cock standing out like a lance before him. Gayle captured it, instantly, her hands moving on its length, fingernails scratching lightly, while one hand went under to cup and fondle his balls in their sac; finally, she retracted the foreskin and leaned forward to take the head of it into her ovalled lips. Her tongue moved on him, caressingly, and he gasped with pure delight when she tried to put the tip of her tongue in the slit in the tip of it. She sucked on his cock, slowly, languidly, for a few moments; she felt it grow even harder and longer, throbbing and jerking along its length and she knew she would have to stop. He was already far along to complete arousal. She released him and looked up to his face.
"Do you like that… Jim…?"
"It's… it's just wonderful…!" he said.
Gayle eased herself back to lie full length on the grass.
"Come on, lover… do me, now…"
"You mean…?" he said, his glance going to her crotch.
She spread her thighs, revealing her softly palpitating cunt to him, her hips moving in little undulant circles, lifting up to him.
"Yes… do it to me…"
The invitation was plain, but something balked in Jim's mind. True, he had tried to get Joan to do it, but there was something in him… shyness… reluctance, or the abruptness of the invitation that led him, instead, merely to lie down beside her.
He kissed her long and passionately, filling her mouth, now, with his tongue, probing into her deeply and enjoying the treatment she, in turn, gave his tongue as she sucked and gently nipped, giving him tremendously erotic sensations.
After a while, she gently moved his head to her breasts, encouraging him with little shruggings and upward movements. He kissed them, then used his tongue to lick and his mouth to suck, finally, he bit gently on a nipple, taking it into his teeth; at the same time he felt her hands busy on his back, smoothing and massaging, her fingers digging and nails lightly scratching.
Moving his head, again, to her mouth, she kissed him long and hard, flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth. She felt him, now, as he began to knead and massage her breasts with hard fingers, her nipples being twisted and rolled, and she again guided his head down over her breasts to her smooth, flat belly. He kissed it; his tongue even speared into her navel. Hot flashes of delight stabbed at her cunt, now. She again spread her thighs and moved his head down; he kissed and bit at the top of her legs and into the groin on either side of her pubic mound. Somewhat exasperated, she moved his head, placing it between her legs, moving her hips up to him and rotating her soft, hair-lined cunt right in front of his face. He gaped down at the pulsing, pink furrow, but he would move no further into it. She decided she would have to ask for it.
"Kiss it… Jim!" she gasped. "Use your tongue… to lick me!"
He shook his head, mutely, his mind-block not allowing him to go the final inch. Patiently, as though she were teaching a small child, she lifted his head, again, pulled his mouth back to hers, kissed him hard, bit and sucked at his tongue, then moved her tiny hand down to his blood-engorged prick. She drummed her fingers on the head, rapidly, then, with her thumb, she rubbed over the smooth, shiny corona, the friction causing the hardened rod to jerk in her hand; finally she pulled the foreskin back and forth, violently, several times, gripping him hard. Involuntarily, his hips moved against her hand. Now, she gripped his long, hardened cock firmly with her fingers, digging into the side of it and pulled so that his body was maneuvered around until his legs straddled her head, his head hanging over her wide spread loins in a sixty-nine position. Releasing his cock, she moved his head and placed it in position between her thighs, his mouth hovering close to her throbbing vaginal opening; then, she wetly slipped her soft red lips over the head of his prick and began to suck, blowing in and out, rapidly, his cudgel moving in and out of her ovalled lips with the movement. God! It felt marvelous!
Jim moaned with the delicious sensations in his cock, his lips moving to the soft, moist slit. He kissed her there, and his tongue began to flick through his lips to taste the pungent femaleness of her. Gayle sucked, steadily, at the head of his prick, and with each probing of her tongue at the tiny, sensitive opening, his tongue moved more quickly at her pussy-lips. She smoothed her hands over his buttocks and reached between his legs to roll his balls in her hand, then she began to take more and more of his hard, long cock into her mouth and throat, until her chin brushed the dark hair of his loins.
Jim couldn't believe it; the new sensations delighted him beyond his wildest expectations. He just knew that it couldn't be happening to him. The soft, smooth firmness of her full-mounded breasts, the flat, silky belly and the exciting savorful lips of her had aroused him, fully, but now the ecstasy of kissing a willing woman's cunt for the first time was a revelation and a joy to him. He hadn't wanted to do it when she had first urged him, but when she had moved him into this position, had taken him into her mouth to suck, he wanted to do the same for her, feeling, somehow, that it was right and good. He rejoiced within himself as he heard his boss' wife begin to moan, softly, her undulant hips moving up to him in a slow, inexorable rhythm.
He probed the soft, ragged flanges of her, moving his tongue ever deeper in the viscid moistness of her cunt, her hands moving, then, on the cheeks of his buttocks, her hands cradling and fondling his balls, gently, and he began to lick more violently at her. He knew now that she was becoming excited and ready, as she moved, gyrating, her hips flexing, the walls of her vagina clasping at his tongue, and she was wet, wetter than he thought a woman could get. Then, his tongue found her clitoris; he licked at the sensate head and felt the convulsive jerking of her body and heard the groan that emitted from her, seeming to come from the depths of her being. Knowing that she wanted more of it, he worked his tongue around and up and down the short length of the miniature phallus, causing her to thrust upwards so that his whole mouth was suddenly slapped into the soft, wetness of her pulsating cunt. He bored into her, then, sliding his tongue in as far as it would go, enjoying the pressure she exerted on it, feeling her move against him and without realizing it, he shoved his prick further into her throat, the tip of it hurting a little because her throat was so tight around it. He tried to withdraw, but she pulled him back, her hands pressing down on his buttocks, so he relaxed, allowing her to take him all into the back of her throat. He knew it had to be that deep in her; he marveled that she could take it so far without choking. Now, he began to explore his new discovery with his sensate tongue.
Jim moved his hands on her thighs and hips, then with the flat of his palms he spread her legs farther apart so that his tongue had greater access to her, her flowering cunt opening up so that he buried his mouth in her, his tongue slaving away, flicking in and out with ever more confidence. He felt her finger play on his rectum, suddenly, pushing through the resisting flesh to lay like a log in him, but strangely heightening the ecstatic rapture as new and exciting sensations raced along his nerves; likewise, now he tried to push a finger into the rubbery, puckered aperture winking below; he couldn't do it easily and stopped short. He didn't want to bring pain to her, but her hips tilted up, making it available. He understood and continued to work at it until he had worked a finger inside the tight, resisting portal; then he shoved his tongue into her clasping pussy as far as it would go as she ground her hips under him, squirming and undulating in wild abandon.
Gayle felt the quivering in his prick that told her he was close to cumming. She didn't want him to cum that way; for the first time, with him, she wanted him to be deep in her belly. She took her mouth from him and maneuvered him to his back. Straddling him, she looked down into his face, her eyes glazed with sex and the need to come to orgasm.
"Jim… do you want to fuck me now?" she hissed out softly.
"Oh, God… yes!" he groaned. "I have to fuck you… now!"
"Do you mind… if I take the top position… this time…?"
"No! Not really… but I…"
"It'll be easier for you… not take any extra strength…"
"O. K…" he agreed reluctantly.
She raised her hips and reached down between them to grasp his long, hard cock; she worked her cunt-lips over it so that the head was at the opening, then she moved it back and forth through the moist furrow to part the soft curls of pubic hair, guiding it finally to enter her. She gradually slipped down on him, fluttering the interior muscles around him until she had sunk down on him, all the way, the great, slender length of him buried in her to the hilt. She rested on top of him with the long hardened wedge buried in her, her cunt milking at him in increasing tempo, until she felt him try to move under her. Then she flexed her legs, moving her wet pussy up and down his blood-engorged cock. Faster and faster she moved, his prick racing up into her, each time, smashing into the back wall of her vaginal vault. Now, she felt his hands on her hips; they gripped her strongly, his fingers mashing into her soft flesh, assisting her in the proper tempo, lifting her and dropping her back on him with ever increasing motion. She ground down on him, absorbing the hot spear of his manhood deep up inside her, the throbbing head flicking past her uterus. Bucking up and down on it, her movements became frenetic, as she slammed up and down that hardened rod of flesh faster and faster and deeper and deeper until she came in a soul-searing orgasmic release and she took him clear to the top of her cuntal passage, holding him there while she convulsed in the grip of her powerful release.
Jim tried with frantic effort to move under her, to fuck up into her, to satisfy his own demanding release that was so close, yet so far, the acid burning of it frustrating in the extreme. Tensing his body, he dug his heels into the grass; with one quick movement he flipped her over, reversing their positions, so that he was now solidly atop her, his cock still absorbed to its full length.
Suddenly, finding herself under him, Gayle was overjoyed that he had the strength to fuck her properly; her cunt flowered open to his ramming, pounding prick, plunging wildly into her, grinding and pushing deep, deep into the very core of her. It was a searing spear of wildly stabbing flesh that touched her and brought her once more to the heights, and she knew that she would cum and cum, again. Frenetically, she met his every movement, slamming her scalding pussy up at him, until the root of his searing tool of hardened flesh was flattening her cunt-lips, and she sucked his pistoning cock totally into it as he plunged deep, long and hard into the viscid moistness of her.
… And she came, again, screaming out her release.
"Fuck me hard… Jim! Hard! Hard! Deep…! and long! AAAAAAaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oh, God…! Oh, Gooooood!"
They were one and frantic together, his spewing, jetting release came hosing from him, pumping the white, hot sperm through him in delicious release, his cock jerking and expanding, the racing sensations concentrated there in the spear of his manhood. And with a last soul-searing groan, he collapsed into her entwining arms.
Approaching the stream, in the moonlight, Joan saw a figure seated on the ground. It was not until she was closer and could distinguish details that she realized it was a woman she saw, the outlines of her breasts magnificent in the pale, silvery light. Of course, there was only one possibility… it was Gayle Sloan… and she was naked.
Oh, God… no! Jimmy and Gayle… together! Naked!
Joan stopped dead. She watched… and listened. The words came to her clearly over the intervening distance.
"Jim… do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh, God… yes! I have to fuck you… now!"
Quick, scalding tears blinded her!
It is! Oh, God! It is them! I prayed it wouldn't be…
Half-running, stumbling, blinded by her tears… tears of jealousy… of remorse… and shame, she tried to make her way back to the camp. She only wanted to crawl into their shelter to hide and cry her heart out. She knew that she was no better than her Jimmy; she too had fallen, but her vow never to let it happen again was strong in her… stronger, she thought than even her faith.
Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy! I wanted things to be different!
… And, she ran blindly into the arms of Buzz Henson, who had become worried about the absence of the two women and had decided to look for them. He held her close and soothed her, until she realized who it was who held her.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "You bastard!"