The wrong Side of the River 8

The sun was beginning to set, but the motorcycle had left a characteristic track, and so, Fiona could follow it as she followed the curvy road to Triesen.

»Can you drive a car?«, she asked the woman beside her. Lilly nodded, making a chortling sound. Actually, she wasn’t allowed to drive without wearing her glasses, but that would be her least problem in the foreseeable future.

She was still naked, thoroughly gagged and trussed up, and she still was hooded by Marguerite’s panties, as Fiona hadn’t bothered to remove any of her bonds. The only gentleness had been that she had draped the coat over her body, but that had slipped from her when she had forced her to bend down at the only occasion when they had met an oncoming car. Now, she sat shivering on the passenger seat, trying to ignore the painful crotch rope and fearing for her friends they had left behind them.

Fiona had promised that once she had freed Eva, she would get her to Vaduz, the capital of Liechtenstein. There, they would attend the British embassy who would take care of them, and Lilly could take the van, get back to Malbun and free her friends. She wondered how she could be useful as a backup, and she feared that Fiona intended to use her as cannon fodder.

It was one kilometre ahead of Triesen when the snow began to fall. Fiona cursed, for the van had no windshield wipers, and now, the tire tracks were hard to follow. Shortly before the village sign, they led into a side road, and Fiona stopped the car under a tree, turning off the key.

»Seems we have to walk the last few yards! Now, stay behind me, and always think that we are on the same side!«

She put the car keys into her pocket and then, she made Lilly bend forward, so she could cut her wrist and elbow ties. Lilly ached when the strain in her shoulders ceased, and she rubbed over her wrists and arms.

»Come on, we don’t have all night!«

»Mph!«

Lilly picked on the tape over her mouth, and Fiona sighed, carefully cutting her leg bonds whilst Lilly managed to find an edge and unwound the tape. Then, the scarf fell, and she greedily breathed through her nose when she could finally pull the panties from her head. Next was the stocking and then, aching and panting, she pulled the large sodden ball, consisting of Romy’s panties and Trixi’s sock, from her mouth. Her panting ended in a yelp when Fiona cut her crotch rope, and Lilly wanted to cover herself with her arms, but Fiona stopped her.

»You have all the time to lick your wounds when we are gone! Now, get dressed!«

Given that Fiona had only brought a coat and boots, this was easily accomplished. Reluctantly, Lilly also put on the panties that had hooded her. Fiona pointed at the crumpled cloths and the saliva-soaked ball, consisting of the panties and sock that had gagged her.

»Maybe, you have got the opportunity for some payback!«

Lill packed everything in the pocket of her coat. Outside, the snow hit them, and though it was a warm winter coat, Lilly felt the cold air on her nude, sweat-clad body. She staggered after Fiona who had already reached the next curve. For a moment, Lilly considered running away, but though she was sure she could escape Fiona, she would then be alone and nearly naked, a stranger in a strange land and decade.

She followed the redhead who had waited for her impatiently, and they walked o  for some 100 yards, when they reached a barn. Lilly could just see dancing snowflakes, but Fiona told her that there were a few more sheds around. There was no more sign of the tire tracks, so, they would have to check them one by one.

Fiona’s technique was surprisingly simple: first, they encircled the barn, to see how many doors it had. Then, the redhead waited, the shotgun ready, what would happen when Lilly tried the side door that was unlocked.

»For this, you owe me, girls!«, she thought as she entered the pitch black shed.

***

Once Trixi had left, and Romy had closed the door behind her, she approached Eva who mewed and writhed. Romy let her eyes wander over her body, licking her lips.

»You are a beautiful girl, Eva!«

Eva waited for the restriction »for a Jew«, or a remark about how this beauty would end if she refused to cooperate. However, Romy just stepped even closer, so her breasts touched Eva’s, and she looked directly into her eyes. Eva could see something that she hadn’t seen for some time, and very rarely when women looked at her: desire.

Strange enough, though under the jurisdiction of the Nazis, the laws against male homosexuals had changed from strict to brutal, being a lesbian still wasn’t considered a crime, just something like inappropriate behaviour. As Romy knew all too well, women like her existed even in the higher ranks of the hierarchy, some of them not even in secret.

She was perhaps one inch taller than Eva with her 5’7’’, and her heeled boots equalled the fact that Eva had to stand on her tiptoes. She stretched her arms and brushed along Eva’s, from her wrists to her armpits. Then, she brought the tips of her fingers to her nose.

»You really need a wash!«

She left, and Eva heard a sound that obviously was a pump, for she returned with a bucket full of water. Then, she raised the belt and ordered.

»Raise your foot!«

The order was not difficult, but Eva blushed, as it meant opening her legs. Romy grabbed her ankle, and she slung the belt around it before buckling it around her own waist, trapping Eva’s leg.

»I don’t want you to kick me!«, she explained, picking a dripping terrycloth from the bucket.

Eva gasped and then, she squirmed and mewed as Romy began to wash her with the cloth. The water was cold, and though Romy did only a cursory washing, Eva felt as if she had been thrown into the Rhine. In addition, she felt embarrassed, for Romy had used her helpless position to wash her breasts, butt and between her legs, too. Her legs, clad in her stockings, she had left out, but of course, they had gotten soaked, too. Now, she was dripping wet, and her nipples stood out hard and erect from the cold.

»We don’t have luxuries like warm water in here, but soon, you will feel warm again!«

Romy produced a big towel and began to rub all over her body with it, neither being too gentle nor taking care of her sense of modesty. In the end, Eva’s skin was slightly reddened, and she felt like physically exhausted.

»Refreshening, isn’t it?«

The front of Romy’s sweater was wet, and she took it off, revealing the equally damp chemise underneath, so transparent Eva could see her bra, and her nipples trying to pierce through the cloth. Romy’s cheeks were slightly reddened, and she had a glistering in her eyes as she now produced along hemp rope.

»Now that you are warmed up, I think we should do something about the best part of you – those lovely, shapely legs of yours!«

She doubled the rope and slung it around Eva’s waist, forming a noose she pulled snug around her waist. Then, she pulled harder, and Eva gasped.

»You don’t want me to pull it too tight?«

Eva moaned and shook her head, and Romy smiled sardonically.

»If so, you better do as I say! Put your heel on my shoulder!«

She stepped back so Eva had room to raise her leg. The blonde thought if she should kick her in the progress, but even if she had hurt her, Romy would not have been knocked out, and then, she would have taken revenge. So, she obeyed, knowing how she exposed her middle by placing one foot on the brunette’s shoulder.

Romy now took her time to tie several knots into the rope ends before she led the rope between Eva’s legs and through the waist rope, above her butt. It felt irritating when the rope was pulled snug, but Romy didn’t seem to have the intention of pulling it really tight. Instead, she tied the ends off to the very hook the chain of Eva’s handcuffs was fixed to. She had to stretch and bend forward to do so, and she didn’t seem to bother that her breasts pressed against Eva’s.

When she was finished, she looked at Eva, one hand on the foot on her shoulder, caressing it. Her right hand was on Eva’s ribcage, just below her left breast. The girl writhed, and she felt the touch of the crotch rope. It wasn’t painful, but its presence felt irritating, as if yet another hand was touching her private parts.

»You really are beautiful Eva! Those lovely mounds of yours, they look as if they would perfectly fit my hands!«

Eva moaned and shook her head when Romy cupped her breast, kneading it, and with a hoarse voice, she breathed:

»Nice and firm!«

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg!«

»And yet, they are average compared to your legs!«

The hand on her foot wandered to her ankle, holding it firm enough Eva couldn’t withdraw, but still being gentle, her fingers brushing over her skin. Then, the hand slowly wandered over her calf, until she had reached her knee, where she stopped, gently caressing the soft skin at the back of her knee. It was a gesture that under other circumstances, and done by a man, would have caused Eva to purr and enjoy, but now, she just shuddered – though a part of her also was curious.

The hand went up, or, given her position, down her thigh, and she could feel how Romy seemed to inspect the tight muscles of her legs, until she had reached her buttock and whilst the hand on her breast was gentle, she now literally clawed into her butt and slightly pushed her upwards, so Eva staggered on her one leg on the ground.

»Now, as we all know, exercise is everything to get a shapely body. I mean, look at Trixi, she’s a true Amazone, but she hasn’t been born that way!«

Eva thought if Romy realized that she was just contradicting parts of the Nazi ideology. Her thoughts were distracted, however, when Romy’s other hand went at her buttocks, too.

»Now, put your other foot on my right shoulder! Don’t worry, I am assisting you!«

Romy went down on one knee, and at the same time, she pushed Eva upwards. However, it still was strenuous to get her leg onto her shoulder, and in addition, she felt how now, her body pressed down harder on the knotty rope between her legs.

»If she lets go, I am sitting on this rope with my entire weight!«, she thought, but she managed to place her left heel on Romy’s shoulder.

»It’s an exercise for both my arms and your legs!«, Romy breathed, pushing against Eva’s body, so the crotch rope went almost slack, and the tension on her wrists ceased. However, despite Eva’s legs carrying some of her weight, there was still the rest, and so, she began to lower her after a few seconds. Eva tensed her leg muscles to prevent her body to go down too much, managing to stop just before the crotch rope turned from very inconvenient to painful.

»Trixi would say I am cheating, for I am also taking some strength from my legs«, Romy ached when pushing her up again, »but like that, I can do much more of this exercise!«

She now focussed on Eva’s middle, watching how there were still a few drops of water glistering in her pubic hair. It looked as if Eva was wet, and when she lowered her body, the crotch rope began to tighten, one of the knots rubbing over her clit. Romy began to pant, and when she saw how the hot air caused the light brown thatch to slightly move, she felt a tingle in her loins that spurned her to give her very best in this special exercise.

***

Sayana was thinking about her time at the plantation, but this time, it was no old trauma, but something almost funny.

Though the overseers had the job of forcing them to do their work, and used their whips if they didn’t, not all of them were monsters, and some of them were almost honest men. One of those was a huge bulky man, a bit like Little John, the pirate her younger sister had left with, but older, and he had also been very hairy, even on his back. The others had given him the nickname »Ours«, meaning bear. When Sayana had dared to ask him what a bear was, he had not been the least offended. Instead, he had told her it was a large and strong animal, with a heavy fur and a face like a dog. What had fascinated Sayana the most had been the fact that every winter, bears withdrew into their caves and slept until spring. It had sounded unbelievable. How would a bear not starve over such a long time, how did it relieve itself, and what if it didn’t have enough dreams for such a long sleep?

Now, she could at least imagine how it was. She was tied up, wrapped and cocooned, saved from the cold, and barely able to move. Not only was she thoroughly gagged, she was also blindfolded, her ears were stuffed, and so, the outer world was not able to disturb her. It was terrifying to be so helpless, but at the same time, there was something cosy in her dark, warm and silent world. Sayana could finally follow her thoughts without distraction.

Maybe, if time passed, she would worry whether Tiny Tim came back, but now, she was thinking about what would be after that. If he was successful, she would reunite with the other girls – but what would be then?

There would be the question if she would have to leave the Gurkha, to bring the girls back to their own time. However, Sayana had another thought to cope with: what if she no longer had the power to send them home?

First, she had thought that the blissful languor was just the effect of having had four wonderful orgasms. That as a side effect, her supernatural powers had temporarily vanished. However, she now had the feeling that they were not coming back at all. That by taking the grief and pain from her soul, Tiny Tim had also taken her witch’s powers. A part of her didn’t even consider it a loss, but a change. Perhaps, it was the price of having a normal future, on the side of a loving, caring man.

A man that had made her climax four times on a single day.

Sayana felt the gentle touch of the pearls in her cleft and between her legs, and when she writhed, the touch intensified. Her heavily gagged mouth couldn’t smile, but her soul frolicked as she drifted off in her sleep, knowing that there would be enough dreams, pleasant dreams, for her version of hibernation.

Blindfolded and with her ears plugged, the outer world didn’t exist to her, and so, she didn’t realize that it was as quiet as the inside of her cocoon, as now, a heavy snowfall had started.

***

A few hundred metres below, Tiny Tim was approaching the house where he had found Sayana in the first place. Before, he had watched some commotion in the streets, with several people walking and running around, some of them carrying lanterns. There had even been a car coming from the road leading to Triesen, but Tiny Tim had decided not to put his nose in the villagers’ affairs, as long as they didn’t become his own.

At the house, he saw that a little smoke was coming from the chimney, indicating that either those inside wanted to save firewood, or that they had gone some time ago. However, this didn’t fit the fact that he could see light through the closed curtains.

He drew his revolver and entered through the back door. From inside, he could hear some faint mewing, and he now was sure that the Germans had gone, leaving their captives behind. Then, he frowned, as the moans sounded more like those of passion than a struggle with bonds.

With no other option, Marguerite and Nesrin had tried to console themselves in the only way possible – by intense cuddling and rubbing of their nude bodies. This had not been without consequences, though, to their frustration, they couldn’t get over the brink, as they had no chance of stimulating their most erogenous zones. Their cheeks were reddened, their skin was damp from perspiration, but tied as they were, there was no relief in sight.

Tiny Tim grinned as he entered, seeing the two squirming and sighing, their eyes closed. Nearby, tied to a pillar, sat the black girl he now knew was Désirée. She seemed to have fainted, for her eyes were closed and she somehow hung in her tight bonds. Between her legs, a wet spot on the carpet indicated she had lost control over her bladder.

The Gurkha quickly sneaked up the ladder and checked the upper rooms. Here, he made a quick decision: if three girls were here, the Germans had taken the fourth (Lilly, as he remembered) with them, for whatever reason. So much about a quick return to Sayana!

He sneaked downstairs again, where, on the table, he had spotted something that could only be a radio. Beside it, still plugged in, lay a pair of headphones, and on the other side, a pencil and a sheet of paper. Tiny Tim took the latter. It showed a few lines of seemingly random letters, and below, a short text in German was written:

»Heil, agents! Change of plans, bring target person to our safe house in Triesen, there, you’ll get further instructions!«

Was Lilly the target  person? Very unlikely, given the fact that before yesterday, she had been in the past century. Or was it the redhead agent of whom Sayana had spoken? That was more likely, and he guessed he knew who she was: the English woman that had rented a cottage some days ago, who had said she was a journalist writing about the beginnings of winter tourism in the region. Tiny Tim had no idea why she could have raised suspicion, but the only information he could definitely work with was Triesen.

He had been there several times, and it was turning from a big village into a small town. So, there were a few hundred houses, quite a few to find the save house from the message.

»Mhm? Uhmm! Mmhrrrmmmm!«

The Black had regained her consciousness, and, seeing him, she suddenly screamed through her gag, staring at him as if she had seen a ghost. Before he could say anything to soothe her, her moaning had distracted the two lovebirds, and now, the smaller one, looking vaguely Indian, though Sayana had told him that Nesrin was Persian, also mewed with fear, whilst the taller blonde seemed rather puzzled by her friend’s reaction.

Then, it came to Tiny Tim’s mind: these two were mistaking him for Uncle Prashant! According to his uncle’s and Sayana’s stories, he had not been too nice to Nesrin and Désirée, and they obviously thought he had travelled through time as well.

»Calme!«, he barked in French, knowing it was the only language all three understood, and indeed, they all fell silent, staring at him. He raised the note, and, translating it into French, read it to them.

»Can any of you tell me what this is about?«

Daisy’s head was fixed to the pillar, and the two others had their mouths pressed against each other, but Tiny Tim could see that all three tried to nod. He drew his kukri and carefully cut the ropes tying Nesrin’s and Marguerite’s mouths together. When doing so, he noticed the specific fragrance coming from their nether regions, and he oppressed the urge to ask whether he should come back if they were finished.

He untied the stocking between Nesrin’s lips and then, he pulled the wad from her mouth, not too surprised it was a pair of panties, with a sock wrapped inside them. The girl panted, and he gently, but firmly put his hand on her cheek. He changed to German, knowing she understood the language, but her friends didn’t. In the back of his mind, a plan began to develop.

»Now, tell me all you know about the meaning of this message! Please, be as precisely and as short as possible!«

He did not start to untie her, nor offer it. Maybe, the girl was too perplexed by a now multilingual Tiny Tim materializing in the 20th century that she decided to just do what he said. So, she told him that two German agents had kidnapped a fugitive from Austria, a young scientist, to get her back to Germany. Then, an English agent had approached, taking Lilly with her, but not freeing them.

Nesrin looked at him and added:

»We must get after them, and-«

»You are Nesrin, aren’t you?«

»Why, yes, but-«

Tiny Tim placed his index finger on her lips, and he said:

»I know whom you have confused me with. I know from Sayana, who is with me, and she is well and alive. And I have promised her that, if it is possible, I will take care that you are, too, so you can all reunite!«

Nesrin needed a few moments to cope with this new information.

»So, we are going to this, what’s it called, Triesen, now, and try to find them?«

He shook his head.

»I will go! You stay here until I come back!«

In Nesrin, her wish to help freeing Lilly and her desire to stay out of danger struggled. If this man was a bit like his infamous lookalike, he was at least a capable fighter.

»All right!«, she finally stated, »we will stay here! Just cut us loose, and we will – wait, wha-what d-do you have in m-mind?«

She had seen the man pick up the sodden ball of panties and sock that had gagged her, and she was about to shout and turn her head when he grabbed her hair firmly, forcing her to look at him.

»If I set you free, you would wait until I am around the corner and then, you would follow me, perhaps getting into danger! And I promised Sayana this is not going to happen! So, I will make sure that you stay here! Just until I return! And if I will not return – well, there seems to be quite a fuss in the village, and sure, someone will get here by tomorrow!«

Nesrin blinked with disbelief.

»You – you can’t leave us like this!«

»Why not?«

Nesrin couldn’t believe her ears.

»Why not? Why not, you goddamn bastard? We are naked, my knees hurt, I need to pee and Iiiaauuhmmmph!«

Her sentence was cut short by him stuffing the damp gag back into her mouth, working it deeply into her oral cavity before securing it with the cleave. Nesrin screamed through her gag, and her friends joined in the high-pitched cacophony of muffled protests, but Tiny Tim just waited until exhaustion forced her to calm down a bit.

»And in your current position, you and your friend can’t reach the peak!«, he stated. Nesrin stared at him without a sound, but the way her cheeks reddened told him he had gotten that right. With a grin, he added:

»Okay, I won’t leave you exactly like you are now! I think I can figure out a compromise between comfort and security!«

He cut their bonds, and both girls collapsed on the floor. Now, he could see their hardened nipples, and he was sure that the glistering in their pubic hair wasn’t just sweat. The Kukri still in his hand, he ordered:

»Don’t touch your gags!«

Giving them no time to recover, he grabbed an arm of each girl and forced them to half crawl, half stagger towards the ladder. Here, he noticed that Nesrin looked the more resourceful of the two. He put the perplexed Marguerite over his shoulder and then, he ordered Nesrin to climb up the ladder in front of him, assisting her by pushing against her buttocks with one hand as he followed her with Marguerite.

Upstairs, he brought them to Trixi’s old bedroom, the bigger of the two. Here, he dropped Marguerite, who still was quite confused, onto the bed. He rummaged through the bag on his belt and said towards Nesrin:

»There’s a chamber pot under the bed!«

»Mph! Nnnnggg!«

She shook her head, and Tiny Tim shrugged.

»Your choice! But it will be a few hours, even under the best of circumstances!«

He started cutting lengths from a roll of leather rope. Nesrin looked at the door, but she knew he would get her, and she could also not leave Marguerite. Staring daggers at him, she took the chamber pot, and, looking around, she withdrew to the corner behind the cupboard that offered at least some protection from his eyes. However, he of course heard the splashing, and when he chuckled, she blushed all over. Returning to the bed, she showed him her middle finger, and he grinned, telling her to ball her fists. To Marguerite, he said in French:

»Est-ce que toi aussi tu as envie de faire pipi?«

Marguerite, realizing that this man was not bringing freedom, but also no further threat, left the bed and went to the corner to relieve herself whilst Tiny Tim pulled a sock over each of Nesrin’s fist and then wrapped a few rounds of tape around her wrists. He then did the same to Marguerite, telling her in French that nothing too bad would happen to them. Then, he ordered her to lie down on her back, so he could tie her wrists to the upper bedposts. The upholstery of the socks allowed him to tie her tight, and with her fingers wrapped, she would not be able to pick on the knots.

Nesrin was a bit dismayed when she had to get to the other side of the bed. When her wrists were tied to the lower bedposts, the girls thought that they could either lie side by side, or both bend their legs. They watched Tiny Tim cut two more ropes, and marguerite mewed anxiously when he tied one of them around her neck, though it was quite loose, and he had tied a knot that couldn’t tighten. Two long ends dangled between the blonde’s breasts.

The Gurkha applied Nesrin with a similar rope around her neck. Then, with a grin, he showed them a reversed V-sign with both his hands. At first, Nesrin thought it was his late reply to the middle finger, but Tiny Tim then pushed his fingers into each other, looking at their legs whilst doing so.

Thanks to a rather raunchy classmate, Nesrin, though she had always been more than modest, suddenly understood what the man was implying. She even knew the word for it: scissoring. She blushed all over, and she wanted to shake her head when she looked at Marguerite. They would end up bound and gagged, and she could vividly remember the frustration just a few minutes ago, when they both had tried to-

They were still sitting vis a vis, and now, Nesrin slid forward, gently pushing her feet between Marguerite’s legs. The blonde opened her thighs, and though Tiny Tim was watching, Nesrin brushed over the other’s pubic mound with her right foot. Then, she pushed her other foot under Marguerite’s buttocks.

»Mhm?«

Tiny Tim again made the explaining gesture with his fingers, and his expression was not lewd, just helpful. Marguerite blushed. Then, however, she also stretched her body and legs, turning onto her side a bit, so that, after some wriggling and squirming, each girl’s upper body was trapped between the other’s legs. Nesrin shuddered when her labia touched Marguerite’s, and the sigh from the French was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

The Gurkha tied their feet with the dangling ends of the neck ropes. Then, he enforced their gags with a few strips of tape before he left the room, promising he would make Désirée more comfortable, too before he would leave.

Nesrin tested their new position, and they realized that if they just were lying still, they could enjoy each other’s presence, whilst being quite comfortable.

»Or, we could try if scissoring is just a male phantasy!«

She knew that she should feel embarrassed, but somehow, Nesrin was beyond that now. She was with Marguerite, and their intimate parts touched gently, like a kiss. She thrust forward, and Marguerite gasped. Then, she also pushed against Nesrin, and the tingle in her loins told her that this was definitely not just a phantasy – though it promised to become phantastic soon!

***

»At least, I don’t have to ask you if you have to pee!«, Tiny Tim commented as he untied Daisy from the pillar, starting by removing the terrible threads from her toes. The girl groaned weakly, and once she was free, except for the panties and the sock stuffed into her mouth, and the stocking keeping it in place, he had to carry her upstairs, for she was too exhausted to even flail.

»The couple next door may be a bit noisy, but you will have a room for your own!«

He packed her fists with socks, securing them with tape, and then tied her wrists to the upper bedposts. Now, Daisy had recovered enough to moan, and he quickly told her that Sayana was well and alive, and that they soon would be reunited. Then, he tied her left foot to the lower bedpost, but before he fixed her other leg, he thought twice.

»It would be unfair to leave you not just alone, but also without distraction!«

He ripped off the curtain strings and tied them together, throwing them over the beam above the bed. Then, he used one end to apply a crotch rope on Daisy, threatening her to tickle her with the tassel if she would try to fight him.

Once the rope was seated between her legs, he pulled on the other end. Not satisfied, he removed the crotch rope and tied a few knots in it before reapplying it. Now, when he had pulled the slack out, these were snug to her clit, plus one above and two below it.

The other end, he tied to Daisy’s knee, making sure that the crotch rope was snug if her leg hung free, dangling in the air. To test the arrangement, he pressed her knee towards the mattress, and daisy reared up and groaned as her crotch rope tightened. Tiny Tim nodded.

»Now, it’s only you whether you are just irritated, or having some fun whilst you are waiting for my safe return. Would you want me to blindfold you, so you can fully concentrate on – experimenting with my ropework?«

Daisy glanced at him, and the grunts she sent through her gag sure were nothing she had learned sitting on her Grandmother’s lap.

»I consider this a ›No!‹!«, Tiny Tim laughed and plastered a few strips of tape over her gagged mouth. Then, he moved her knee downwards a few times more, causing another fuming grunt. He bowed and left the room. According to the sounds he could hear from the adjacent room, Nesrin and Marguerite were less reluctant about the possibilities of their bondage.

He left through the front door, realizing it had started to snow. Tiny Tim thought of Sayana, cocooned and packed in the tiny hut, and he knew he had to hurry up a bit. His eyes fell on the ski beside the door. He had tried skiing a few times, and though he didn’t excel in the technique, he knew how to do it. He guessed that by skiing, faster than on his snowshoes, but still able to use a few shortcuts, he would reach Triesen within an hour.

»On my way, I can try to figure out what to do about a few minor problems – like finding out where this safe house from the note is, how I can overpower these two girls without endangering their captives, and what to do about the other girl they took together with Lilly! All before there is too much snow for me to return to the hut!

***