Ebony and Ivory 8

Annika once again flexed her fingers, trying to pick on her wrist ties. However, though she was bound in a not too straining position, she could not reach the knots, and the narrow cardboard box also prevented her from reaching her gag.

The tiny space was even smaller, since some heavy object had been placed upon the box, pressing down on its lid. Annika could feel the seam where the two parts of the lid met, and, more to pass time than actually following a plan, she began to rip on the tape. After a few minutes, she could feel the material of the box on top of her own.

»Not that it will help me in the slightest if I manage to poke my finger through it, and then find out I am buried under some old office chairs!«

However, as the car they were stored inside had reached a smooth road and the sounds from outside ceased, Annika could hear a slight rustling from above, and it seemed that the other box was moving on its own; obviously, one of the other captives was on top of her.

Still, this was not even a bit of a glimpse of hope, but the Policewoman now doubled her efforts, increasing the gap in her box and searching for the seams of the other one. Sweating, and panting through her gag, Annika scratched and ripped on the cardboard, and suddenly, she could feel something else. It was smooth and sturdy, and after some more groping, she knew it were the boots of Judith.

»Mmhhmmph!«

Judith, of all possibilities! The woman who had been one of the kidnappers, and who only by accident now was sharing Annika’s fate. However, she then thought twice: if she and Judith managed to get free, and they then even managed to escape, this would still be an improvement to getting delivered like a parcel.

Annika shifted her position and her searching hands found the rope tying Judith’s lower legs. The knots were in reach, and so, she could loosen the tie, trying to imagine how the other woman was tied. Her ankles had been tied, too, as were the insteps of her feet, and more ropes tied her thighs. She sensed some movement from above; obviously, Judith had realized what was going on and did the little she could do to allow Annika to work on her bonds.

The Policewoman managed to loosen both the ties around her insteps and ankles, and Judith now parted her lower legs as much as she could do. Gravity made her slide down through the now damaged bottom of her and lid of Annika’s box, and now, the redhead felt the soft skin of Judith’s thighs. As she picked on this rope, Annika remembered the next part of her co-captive’s bondage: the crotch rope she would have to deal with. Annika gulped, regretting it immediately, for she still was gagged with Judith’s panties.

The rope came loose, and Judith wriggled her legs. Suddenly, there was a ripping sound, and Annika mewed as Judith more or less sat on her face as the box broke. She writhed and was sure that the hot flesh smothering her would be her last impression before she would suffocate, but then, Judith managed to get off her.

»Mhhmmph! Hrrrmm!«

Annika wheezed as she could breathe again. Then, she tried to see something. The van’s load was dark, and it was loaded with cardboard boxes, but she could figure out Judith, struggling to get into a position that allowed further progress in freeing themselves.

After some more wriggling, Annika could feel one of the other’s taped hands, and with numb fingers, she peeled off the duct tape. For the fraction of a second, she pressed Judith’s hand, but then, she brought her bound wrists closer to her fingers, allowing Judith to work on the knots.

It seemed to take ages, and neither the fact that both were still gagged nor that the car was now on a bumpier road did help, but finally, Annika could part her wrists. She sighed and, forcing herself not to reach for her gag first, she then removed her ankle ties. Her big toes still were zip-tied, but with an energetic move, wailing from the sharp pain, she managed to rip these apart. Except for the gag, she was free now.

Unable to walk, Annika crawled towards the end of the van that now seemed to drive up a steep hill and had slowed down considerably. From the shaking of the car, she guessed they were on some unpaved path. Annika had reached the back door and she tested the handle.

»Hhrrrrmmmmmm!«

Unbeknownst to the captives, Brahim and Ahmed had decided to get the car into the forest, where they could have their way with both Judith and Annika without having to fear getting interrupted. The path Ahmed had chosen, however, seemed to have gotten rather muddy since it had rained the night before, and the van was fighting its way up the hill behind which a remote hut was hidden, forcing both men to concentrate fully on the road.

Now, the front wheels had reached firmer ground again, and the van made a jump forward the very moment Annika tested the door. The content of the load, several large boxes, landed on the ground, and among them were two naked and gagged girls.

»Uuhmmm! Mhhmmph!«

Annika got on all fours, ignoring the bruises from her fall, when she saw the car’s rear lights disappear at the top of the hill. She looked around, noticing Judith with her still tied arms struggling to get up. Annika could see they were in some forest, but the most important problem was that every moment, their captors would notice what had happened!

»We must hide, or run, or both!«

Frantically, she got to her feet, almost staggering over one of the boxes beside her. From inside, she heard a moan, and she thought twice: if she ran, and if she and Judith managed to escape, the others would suffer.

She looked at the top of the hill, and then, she ripped on the box’s lid. There was some blonde hair, and when she yanked away some more cardboard, she could see it was Lisa, tied in a ball position like herself. Annika quickly loosened her ties, breaking the zip ties around her toes with a piece of wood. Lisa mewed, but Annika grabbed her upper arm and pointed at the hill. The sound of the car had stopped, and now, they could hear cursing in Arabic.

Lisa could barely keep on her legs, and she was also still gagged, but Annika pulled her with her when she withdrew into the darkness. Beside her, she could see Judith stumble forward, still tied and gagged, but obviously also determined to escape.

Now, they could see the silhouettes of Ahmed and Brahim coming down the hill. They had been smart enough not to use flashlights, for then, they would have not adjusted to the dark. But in their rage, they didn’t take care of the muddy path, and so, they slipped and more or less staggered towards where the boxes were gathered.

»Mhhmmph!«

Annika, who had still Lisa’s arm in a vice grip, also reached for Judith, and she pointed to the top of the hill with her chin. These two were maybe not the most intelligent villains under the sun, but they were armed, and the only chance was that they had left the keys inside the van.

The three girls staggered through the trees, all panting through their noses, and biting down on the panties stuffing their mouths to not give away their position by mewing. Judith felt her crotch rope saw through her soft flesh on every step, but she persisted, and they had made it to the hilltop when suddenly, they heard one of the men shout.

»There! Hey, stop!«

The fright seemed to have woken up the last remnants of adrenaline, for the three girls jumped forward. There, just a few yards away, stood the van, with its doors still open. Annika let the others go and jumped inside, feeling for the ignition. She let out a fluttering breath when she could feel the dangling keys.

Lisa, pumped up with adrenaline, too, pulled Judith over to the other side and pushed her inside before also jumping in on the passenger side. Annika turned the key, and the engine started. At the same time, Brahim and Ahmed had reached the hilltop, and one of them fired a warning shot that echoed through the darkness.

The van’s wheels span, and Annika almost choked the engine, but she managed to turn the car and then, the front lights met the two men.

»Mmhrrrmm!«

Annika hoped that the others had understood her gagged order to duck, and she also crouched as she kicked onto the gas pedal. The van accelerated, there was another shot, and then, she heard a scream, accompanied by a thud when the car’s flapping door and Ahmed’s elbow met, breaking the latter. Annika smiled under her gag, feeling nothing but sweet Schadenfreude.

Annika drove down the hill, ignoring that she was risking their lives, trying to bring as many yards between them and their former captors as possible. Somehow, she manged to stay on the path, but she was focussed on escaping, and she twitched and screamed into her gag when someone touched her arm.

»I-it’s me!«

Lisa’s voice sounded hoarse, and her face looked strange, for the upper half was covered with mud, whilst the lower half, where the gag had been, was clean. She had manged to ungag herself, and to get into a sitting position, whilst Judith was still cowering in the foot room. Annika took a few deep breaths and then, she slowed down the car. Only now, she noticed that they had reached a real road again, albeit still somewhere in the fucking middle of nowhere.

»I-I think w-we shook them o-off!«

Annika nodded, and she drove to the side, stopping the car. Then, she and Lisa hugged, Lisa sobbing uncontrollably whilst Annika just sniffled away a few tears of relief. Gently, she freed her hands so she could unbuckle her harness gag. When she spat out the sodden panties, she coughed and panted, only to be interrupted by Lisa, pointing down on the still bound and gagged Judith.

»What about her?«

Taking control was not on top of Annika’s list, it was sure behind sobbing, too, or maybe having a nice and hot shower, but she knew that she was expected to handle the situation. She looked down on Judith who now realized that she had escaped a bad fate only to still be a captive, albeit now by a Policewoman. Lisa pointed onto the dashboard. There, still plugged to the car, was Ahmed’s cell phone, and it looked as if it wasn’t even locked. Annika took a deep breath.

»Will you call your colleagues?«

Annika shook her head, looking down on herself, naked and covered with dirt.

»Not like that!«

A few minutes later, their situation had improved a little. Lisa had put her panties back on, though they had been used to gag her, and Annika was wearing Judith’s that had been in her mouth. There had also been two warning vests in the glove box, and so, at least their essentials were covered. Judith was still naked and gagged, but They had removed her crotch rope, using it to tie her ankles and knees instead. Then, Annika looked at the phone.

»It’s 110«, Lisa reminded her, but of course, Annika hadn’t forgotten about that. She was just thinking about an alternative to meeting her colleagues half naked, and to avoid the following interrogation. Also, there still was one problem: they had escaped, but what was about Silvana and Abina? They had most likely not been inside the other boxes, for they had been flying around as if they had been empty. In addition, there had been no sign of Karl.

Another number came to her mind, and Annika looked at Lisa.

»Listen, as long as you will be reunited with your mother soon, would you mind me getting out of this with a black eye, too?«

***

The conversation between Hilmar and Marcus on the one side, and Nabia and Marlene on the other wasn’t very effective. Hilmar had sent a mail to Karl, but he hadn’t responded yet, and so, the Black had decided that they should find some sleep.

Marcus blinked when the screen went black again. He had been prepared for seeing Marlene naked, but it had been a bit strange yet. Her feet had been released from the bed posts, but she had still been thoroughly gagged, and her hands were still tied. However, what had distracted him had been that Marlene had looked not frightened, but – aroused. Marcus told himself that perhaps, the room had been cold, but that would have explained Marlene’s erect nipples, but not her reddened cleavage, or the glistering between her legs.

Nabia had also looked strange, lying on her belly and sporting a T-Shirt, but when she had shifted, he had noticed that she had put off her Jeans – and there had been no sign of panties. Hilmar frowned, and Marcus didn’t want to ask him what he was thinking about what they had just seen. Instead, he said:

»I think she bought it!«

They hadn’t withdrawn to Hilmar’s apartment, nor to Marcus’ room. Instead, they were sitting in the car, in a side road just 100 yards away from the building, and Marcus had just uploaded a photo of a generic office to create a background.

When they had left, he had pretended staggering, but instead, he had grabbed the keys from the hook beside the door, allowing them to get back inside. In addition, if Nabia had bought it, she thought that they were a few kilometres away instead of a few yards.

»Now, we have to wait! Sometimes, even Nabia will have to sleep!«

Hilmar had also noticed Marlene’s state of arousal, and he forced himself to focus on what they could do to overpower Nabia and save Marlene. Marcus suddenly frowned and reached for his pocket. It was a WhatsApp message, and it read:

»Where are you? We freed ourselves, but it’s complicated. Annika!«

It had been sent from an unknown number, but there was a photo showing Annika, her face dirty, but it was definitely her. Marcus wanted to phone her, ask her about Silvana, but he forced himself to calm down. Annika hadn’t written it was »complicated« just for jolly! So, he texted back:

»Where are you? Can you come to us?«

He added the address, and to his surprise, Annika only replied:

»Wait for a white van covered with dirt!«

Still, no mentioning of Silvana! Marcus wanted to call Annika, but it seemed she had turned off the phone.

»White van? What’s that supposed to mean?«

Hilmar padded his shoulder.

»We will soon find out! After all, I doubt that this is a ruse from Karl! He is after the money, so, he can’t win anything if he strikes before we have the money!«

And yet, the next minutes promised to become very long.

***

»I hope they will find some sleep – for I am feeling quite awake now!«

Nabia had taken off the T-Shirt again, and Marlene couldn’t help staring at her. She had suffered when they had video-chatted with Marcus and Hilmar, hoping the men wouldn’t notice her erect nipples, the glistering between her legs. In addition, she had felt ashamed, for her first reaction when they had finally noticed the incoming call had been disappointment for Nabia couldn’t continue what she was doing to her, and there had also been slight relief when Nabia had ended the call.

Now, Nabia was leaning over her, and Marlene knew she should do something – moan, struggle, shake her head. However, their interaction had stoked the fire, and there were still enough embers left. So, all she did was breathe deeply when Nabia’s strong hands brushed over her sides, triggering her ticklishness in a way that was just tolerable. With a sigh, she reared up, and Nabia licked her full lips and bent down to her.

***

Carefully, Lisa approached the house. Annika had dropped her at her mother’s mansion, since whatever the future would bring for the others, her ordeal was over. Whilst driving back to the city, she had made an anonymous call, warning of two armed men that looked oriental and were hiding in the forest where they had escaped. She had known how to make sure that the Police would indeed send someone, and so, Brahim and Ahmed would either get arrested or would have to hide. Annika also had an idea where Karl was – something she would have to deal with, but no imminent danger for Lisa or her mother.

Lisa’s first thought had been to surprise her mother by ringing the bell, but then, she had hidden when one of their neighbours had appeared on the street. Spontaneously, she had then taken the reserve key from where it was hidden and had sneaked inside.

The mansion was dark, but when she went for the staircase, she could hear faint noises from her mother’s bedroom. The door was ajar, and Lisa, still only clad in the damp panties and the warning vest, sneaked to surprise her mother. However, her »guess who’s back!« died in her throat as she looked inside.

Her mother was lying on her bed, naked except for a pair of garters Lisa had no idea that she owned them. Her wrists were tied to the bed  posts, as were her ankles. Lisa’s first reaction was to storm to the bed and free her mother when she heard a sound from the bathroom.

»Just a minute, Sweetheart!«

It was a female voice, and now, Lisa noticed further details: Martina Hartenstein as tied up with scarves, like the one that had a giant knot in it and was tied between her lips. Another one blindfolded her, so she hadn’t noticed Lisa yet. She could sense perfume, mixed with a slight fragrance that made Lisa blush and retreat behind the door frame.

Now, another woman stepped out of the bathroom; it was Emma, and though Lisa had seen her in the nude before, she had to oppress a gasp: Emma was also naked, and she was wearing a Stetson that Martina had kept as a souvenir of her ex-husband. In addition, she had a scarf tied over her mouth and nose, and she was wielding what looked like a feather duster.

»Ah, the Mustang’s ready for branding!«, she said with a fake Texan accent and lifted her scarf to place a kiss on Martina’s hip. Her mother writhed, and when Emma withdrew, Lisa could see a hickey on her loin. Emma raised the duster.

»Seems the Mustang is a bit lifeless – not worth to be broken during rodeo!«

The duster brushed over Martina’s foot, and when she squealed and squirmed, Lisa slowly withdrew. She could hear Emma frolic that »there obviously was some spirit left in this Mustang«, followed by some more muffled squealing when the duster once again teased Martina’s soles. Lisa entered her own room, and there, she carefully closed the door.

Being rather spoiled, she would have expected to feel jealous, maybe even angry that her mother was enjoying fun with her secretary whilst her daughter was still missing. However, her relief, combined with the knowledge that Martina sure had suffered enough during the last days, Lisa just giggled.

»I am quite sure that Mom will be glad to see me after I had a long hot shower and a change of clothes, too!«

***

Close to midnight on a holiday, the road where Hilmar and Marcus had parked was quiet, but nevertheless, Marcus had two times wrongfully considered an approaching van to be Annika. Then, once again a white van approached, and it was indeed dirty, though not as much as he had imagined in his overstrained fantasy.

He waved, and the van stopped. Marcus jumped in onto the passenger seat – only to almost fall backwards when he saw the naked, bound and gagged woman stashed in the foot room. Annika, looking dishevelled and clad in just panties and a bright yellow vest, looked at him, forcing a smile on her lips.

»I told you it’s complicated!«

She reached over and put her hand on his cheek before she continued:

»I know that you want to know where Silvana is – and I would tell you if I knew! All I know almost for sure is that she is still alive!«

Hilmar, who had seen that this time, it was the real van, also entered the car, and Annika gave them a short summary of what had happened to her and the others since their abduction from the old asylum. She left out some of the raunchy details and concentrated on the fact that Brahim and Ahmed had obviously intended to do the deal with Martina whilst Karl had found someone to pay more for Silvana and Abina. Marcus balled his fists, so his knuckles turned white, fighting to keep his emotions under control. Hilmar meanwhile told Annika about the problem at Marlene’s apartment.

»Nabia? What does she want in all that?«, Annika frowned, and Marcus grunted:

»Abina! Seems like Karl has kept just enough captives to cause maximum damage!«

»Glad to see you, too!«, Annika snapped, but she wasn’t really angry about Marcus who was worrying about Silvana. She suddenly reached out, grabbing Marcus’ collar. He misunderstood her and apologized:

»Sorry, I didn’t mean to-«

However, Annika just tightened her grip and waited until he was listening. In a calm voice, she then said:

»Look, I might have an idea where Karl has gone! It’s just an idea, and maybe, we are already too late – but I will tell you once we have freed Marlene and brought Nabia under control! But to do so, I need you as alert and capable as you can be!«

Marcus took a few deep breaths, but he held her view, and when he replied, his voice sounded hoarse, but steady:

»Well, we better don’t waste any more time!«

As if to remind them of her presence, Judith moaned, and Annika hissed:

»You better pray that we are successful!«

A hogtie was added to Judith’s restraints, and they carefully locked the van before they approached the back entrance of the apartment. Marlene’s keys allowed them to enter and to sneak up the stairs. Then, they stood in front of the apartment. Hilmar tightened the grip on the big screwdriver, the only weapon they had, except for the element of surprise.

Annika crouched beside the door and pressed her ear against it whilst she carefully pushed the key into the keyhole. With a frown, she whispered:

»I can hear some faint moans!«

Hilmar also listened, and indeed, there were some barely audible sounds. He knew that Marlene was gagged, but why was she moaning constantly? Was Nabia torturing her? However, he still was haunted by how Marlene had looked before, and these mews didn’t sound as if she was suffering. In fact, they sounded familiar to him. Hilmar had to keep himself from kicking open the door Annika now tied to open soundlessly.

Once the door was open a few inches, the sounds grew louder, and now, there was no doubt on the fact that they were passionate. Annika put her finger on her lips and made a soothing gesture: whatever was going on in the bedroom, they could not allow themselves to ruin their attack!

They entered the corridor and closed the door behind them. The bedroom door was ajar, and once again, there was a muffled groan, accompanied by some screeching of the bed springs.

Marcus, who had acted like a zombie so far, suddenly became calm. He silently grabbed a scarf from the wardrobe, and he handed a belt hanging there to Hilmar. After a few seconds, his friend nodded and took it, handing the screwdriver to Annika.

They approached the bedroom door, and since the light was on, they could see what was going on there. Marlene was still lying on her back, her hands still tied to the bed posts. Her fingers were slung around the ropes, clenching, and she had arched her head back whilst her ample breasts were pointing at the ceiling, glistering with sweat. Her middle was hidden from view, as between her splayed legs, Nabia was kneeling, as naked as Marlene. Her head was buried in Marlene’s lap, and her hands were under the other’s body, obviously clawing into Marlene’s buttocks and lifting her slightly whilst she explored her with her lips and tongue.

 With an angry yell, Hilmar jumped forward, grabbing Nabia’s hair and pressing her face even deeper into Marlene’s crotch. A spluttering sound came from Nabia’s mouth, and Hilmar, though he had dropped the belt, was present-of-mind enough to pin his elbow onto her back, keeping her down with his weight.

Marcus, a bit surprised by Hilmar’s attack, had managed to grab Nabia’s ankles and tried to tie them with the scarf, but now, the Black began to struggle. Her arms waved, and now, Marlene was also flailing, screaming into her gag and staring at the intruders. Annika, also overwhelmed by the events, finally pressed the screwdriver at Nabia’s side, poking her, as she ordered:

»Freeze! Freeze, or I stab you, here and now!«

Nabia struggled for a few seconds longer, screaming into Marlene’s lap. However, unable to see, with her mouth and nose trapped in the moist heat of Marlene’s crotch, and attacked by three opponents, she knew that she stood no chance. She held still whilst Marcus tied her ankles and Annika used the belt to secure her wrists. Then, the Policewoman rummaged through Marlene’s cupboard and found things to further restrain the Black. A second belt tied her elbows together, and with Marlene’s bathrobe belt, Marcus tied her ankles to her elbow tie, putting her into a tight hogtie. All the time, Hilmar kept her face pressed into Marlene’s lap, and she almost feared he would choke her to death there. She could feel the vibrations of Nabia’s gasping, and more and more, she felt embarrassed by the way Hilmar had found her.

However, once Nabia was tied up, Hilmar loosened his grip a bit and pointed at a wicker basket. Annika opened it, noticing it contained Marlene’s dirty laundry. She hesitated, but then, she picked a pair of pink cotton panties, handing them to Hilmar. He yanked Nabia’s head back, and before he crammed the used underwear into the Black’s mouth, he rubbed them over Marlene’s wet middle, adding to her feeling humiliated. The gag was kept in place by a Nylon pantyhose that was wound twice between her lips before it was tied off. Marcus, being more pragmatic, took a second pair and tied it above, tying the legs off to Nabia’s big toes, so she could hardly move her head.

Hilmar suddenly pushed him aside and staggered outside. A few moments later, they could hear the water flush in the bathroom. Marcus pointed at Marlene and said towards Annika:

»You – you better handle this, I will wait in the living room!«

He grabbed the bundled up Nabia by her shoulders and not too gently pulled her to the other room, sitting down on the couch where he could have an eye on her. He noticed a metal vase and raised it, looking down at Nabia:

»One false move, and I’ll forget myself!«

Some two minutes later, Hilmar entered, pale and the front of his shirt wet, but obviously calmer than before, for the wild expression had made room for a sad look. He hardly looked at either Nabia or Marcus and grabbed a bottle from the stand before falling onto the couch. He had taken two rather big sips when the door opened, and Annika and Marlene entered. The Policewoman had changed the vest for one of Marlene’s sweaters that also covered her hips, making her appear naked underneath, though she was still sporting her panties. Marlene had put on her second bathrobe, closed to her neck, and she avoided looking at anyone when she sat down on the other end of the couch, staring at the ceiling. Marcus waited until Annika had grabbed the liquor from Hilmar and taken a sip, too, before he asked her:

»Now, what can you tell me about Silvana?«

Annika had been lying on the bed, bound, gagged and coping with getting spanked, when Karl had emailed the ominous other bidder, but she could tell that neither he nor Silvana or Abina had been inside the van. Then, she added:

»Before they – stowed me, I could get a glimpse of his laptop! He had opened Google Maps, and he had been looking for Reutte! Which is-«

»A small town near the German-Austrian border, at Füssen«, Marcus completed. He jumped up and bombarded Annika with questions about other details, but the redhead just shook her head.

»They then put me into a box, and so, I can’t even say what kind of car they are using! All I assume is that they are now halfway on their way to Reutte!«

***

In fact, Karl had passed just one third of the distance, for he saw no need to hurry. According to his Navi, he still had some 250 kilometres to go, and he would arrive in some three and a half hours. Karl was tired, but at the same time, he was fully awake and feeling good. From time to time, the navigation system said something, but he had kept the radio off, for the sounds coming from the two boxes behind him were telling him their own stories.

From the box farther from him, he could currently hear nothing, but that was because Abina had either fought her bonds with all her might or suffered from a panic attack just minutes ago. She had thrown herself around in her box, screamed into her gag, and fought like a lioness, but to no avail. Now, she had either fainted or just was too exhausted to further struggle. Karl hoped that the Black would accept her helplessness, for the more she squirmed, the more painful her crotch rope would be, and the plug in her butt would also irritate less if she lay still.

From the other box, he heard the faint buzzing of the vibrator, accompanied by an occasional rustling. Karl smiled, for from time to time, there was some faint moaning, or heavy breathing, too, telling him about Silvana’s struggles: the girl was helplessly bound and gagged, her eyes and ears blocked, and the horseshoe vibrator was teasing both her entrances. Of course, she was frightened, not aroused – yet. However, this would change, sooner or later.

Up to now, Silvana had been able to fight down the tingles caused by the constant teasing, and if she felt that she was about to respond, she could strain in her bonds, fighting arousal with pain. The girl could also think of her dire future, or maybe of her boyfriend. However, she was getting weaker and weaker, whilst the vibrator was still buzzing as strong as before. Karl knew that sooner or later, he would be able to hear the muffled groan of a cry of passion Silvana had no longer been able to hold back. Then, she would move around more, other moans and sighs would add, and finally, there would be some trembling and twitching, before the grand finale.

Karl felt a tingle in his own loins, and he had to oppress the urge to drive to the side and to open the box. To look down on the naked girl, writhing and moaning, and then, to-

He scoffed. Such thoughts had made him careless once, and Silvana had managed to escape. With the money he would get from the Erzherzog, he would be able to buy himself other girls, plus a decent place to spend the time with them. However, he wasn’t made of wood, and the idea of throwing himself on Silvana was almost as appealing than a well-filled bank account.

»Maybe, I am getting too sensitive to be a tough soldier!«, he thought as he drove further South and listened to the faint noises from behind, sounding to him like the sweetest music ever created.

***