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I pulled up my cell phone and checked facebook one more time. I turned to my alarm clock, clicking the button up to “On”. With my head on the pillow it did not take long to drift off. ….. The feeling of a large hand clasping over my mouth woke me from my sleep like a bomb going off. The rush of adrenaline forced my brain into a sudden shriek of panic and fear that only those about to die in a car wreck might feel. That sudden feeling was followed by a soft “Shhhhh”, that came from a deep throated voice. My hands reached up to grasp at the hand and try to push it away. The muscle that surrounded the forearm was pretty thick and toned in a way that let me know instantly I would not be able to push it amateur away even if I wanted to. I blinked in the pitch-black room. My husband working during the night ment he slept during the day and the windows would be blacked out completely. Suddenly my touch lamp setting on my night stand flicked on blinding me for a moment. What I finally saw almost had me pissing myself in fear. This was defiantly not my husband. The guy was not quite as tall as him but was far heavier built. His hair was long and in tight corn-rolls with a dark color that matched his skin. The smile on his face was almost wicked when he whispered to me, “If you make any noise I will walk right indian into your kid’s room and hurt her really bad.” This caused me to freeze in a new level of panic I had never felt. His other hand was pulled back to his chest and I could clearly see the outline of a knife, and although my husband always carried one, it was terrifying seeing it in this mands hand. Flashes of the worst death and pain he would cause my daughter made tears well up in my eyes and I felt myself struggle to breath as I started to sob into his hand. “Good girl,” was all he said before looking down my body. When his dark brown eyes came back up to mine he tilted the knife back and forth a few times before speaking. “I have wanted you for awhile now, I got a thing for girls like you.” It was sickening to think he had been watching me. “I just had to figure out when a good time to visit you.” He then pushed the knife down and held it over my face a few inches. “Remember, you make a noise and I will visit that little girl of yours and make sure she knows that it was you that allowed what I do to her to happen.” After that he pulled the knife back and pulled his hand away from my mouth. Her soft curves at once appearing and disappearing as she plays tacitly with the milky glow. She had no idea it would feel like this, her whole body seemed alight with erotic fire. Alan took my nipples in his fingers, so every time I rocked back, it stretched them to almost the painful point. You have 25 minutes.” He said and stood up. “Ready to go hiking?” I asked as I dropped my feet to amateur the ground and shut the tailgate. He hoped that she would open up and share with him how last night was. Isn’t that Murphy working at full speed?! I struggled to work for the next half-hour. After everyone, still totally naked, opened another beer, Sharon announced, "There's something I want to do, and I want to do it right here, right now, and I don't care what any of you think about me for wanting to do it." The guy must be complaining about me. Did Cindy indian kick your ass?