Chapter 6

Ted Simmons ran into a dead end. He had nothing. Usually these guys weren't very clever. He came to the conclusion that these weren't mere amateurs. The Thomas girl had to have been grabbed by professionals. Thus he was taken off the case and given another involving a homicide. He called Cynthia's parents to tell them that the Feds were going to run the show from now on. He felt bad for them but in his heart of hearts she was already dead.

"I hope you don't expect me to have sex with you," Cynthia told Ed as they were under blankets near the fire. She had made them their morning meal and cleaned up the kitchen plus the bathroom just to keep busy.

"I don't expect you to," Ed replied, feeling embarrassed that she would think of him in this manner. "What ever gave you that idea that I might have a thought like that?"

"Why did you buy me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Miss," Ed snapped. "I'm not that kind of a man. I don't make others do what they wish not to do. As soon as this storm abates, I'll put the battery and oil back into my car. If it turns over, I'll take you to Bear Lake, which is a small town near the Peace River, about forty miles from here. I don't like your attitude at the moment. I don't need the aggravation of being accused of something that never even entered my mind. And I never bought you. I have a friend back in London who has made billions. That Jim guy told me he bought you for me for saving his life. I'd never do that!"

"I'm taking a nap," she rolled over onto her right side with her face against the back rest of the old sofa. She closed her eyes listening to the wind howl outside.

'Maybe he's right, ' she thought. 'I'm may be jumping to the wrong conclusions. He hasn't laid a hand on me and he's been a gentleman about all of this. I should give him the benefit of the doubt.' Soon the cold, combined with the stress she'd been through this past week or so, made her feel less suspicious of the whole affair.

She missed her parents terribly. 'I'll apologize when I wake up to start dinner, ' her thoughts ran through her head.

Gladys woke up feeling warm. She opened her eyes slowly expecting Jim to be holding her. Instead she was in a bed, in a house, with a warm clothed body hugging her. Her feet and hands were no longer cold. She felt a warm breath on her back. She slowly turned to see him, but was stopped. She look about her to find she was cuffed. One hand and one foot linked her to the brass head board and the brass posts at the foot of the bed.

"Where am I? And where is Jim?" she asked in an audible whisper.

"Jim is dead, and you were almost gone when I found you," a woman's voice answered from behind. "The man you were linked to, so to speak, froze to death.

I managed to get your naked ass off his cock and into my van. It was touch and go with you for six days. Your fever broke last night. I've been lying here next to you trying to keep you dying of exposure to the elements."

"Who are you?" Gladys asked.

"Constable Holly Le June of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police."

"How did you find us?" Gladys felt the woman leave the bed and walked around where she could see her. She wasn't a pretty woman like Cynthia, but she was attractive nonetheless. Her hair was a short blonde, nice lips, hawk-like nose, and blue eyes. Gladys took her to be of Scandinavian descent. Maybe even British.

"You were attached to that man in the sleeping bags by the genitals. It appears that you two were fucking each other to keep warm, right?" Holly asked.

She didn't wait for Gladys to give an answer. "He was the one who shot that man, wasn't he?"

"He was just protecting us," Gladys felt her heart sink knowing that Jim was no more. He had finally admitted he loved her, then he goes and dies on her.

"The dead man didn't have a weapon nor one near him," Holly said. "While you were thawing out, I investigated the scene. The others died of exposure to the cold too. What the hell happened out there?"

Gladys told the flannel nightgown clad Constable the entire truth. There was no use in lying. From the kidnapping of Cynthia Thomas to where the SUV broke down or ran out of gas. To delivering her to a man she didn't even get his name, up to this very moment. Holly sat in a plush chair near the propane heater in the room. She asked the girl questions at certain points for clarification then allowed her to continue with what had occurred. All the time Gladys spoke, Holly's mind wasn't upon her confession, but her body was lusting after hers. Constable Holly Le June was a die hard lesbian. She was a soft butch and Gladys was prime cut to her.

"Why didn't you just take me to jail?" Gladys finally asked. She sensed that Holly was gay, or at the very least bisexual.

"The storm was a little too much. All the roads were whiteouts. I managed to stay on track by gauging the telephone poles along the side of the road. I brought you here because the jail is not a place for a pretty young thing like you. All of our prisoners are men, so I decided to bring you here," she said, uncuffing her.

"You can't runaway from here with that snow covering the roads. It's supposed to stop in a few hours, then we're going to enjoy a drastic drop in temperatures to about sixty degrees below zero. So I believe you'll think twice about escaping.

You smell awful. When was the last time you had a bath?"

"I can't recall but a hot bath would be heavenly."

"I'll run it for you. I hope you don't mind me taking one with you. My hot water tank is small and it takes almost forever for it to warm up again." Not waiting for an answer, she pulled her flannel gown off and stepped into the bathroom. Gladys got up, pulled off a warm long shirt to the knees and followed her in.

Holly filled the tub and sweetened the water with perfumed beads. She laid a towel against the porcelain so her back wouldn't freeze. Gladys relieved herself then noticed the foul smell of old semen in her pussy. Holly got in the tub and settled in with a heavenly sigh. Gladys joined her, leaning her back against the chubby woman's ample breasts. She already decided that if Holly wanted to play, she would too. In a matter of moments she felt herself being embraced tenderly.

It wasn't long before her nipples were being squeezed, twisted, and prodded.

Then she felt gentle kisses on the back of her neck, cheeks and nibbles on her earlobes.

"You're so beautiful," Holly whispered in her ear.

"Thank you," she replied. "Please keep doing that." Her pussy was now starting to twitch. It was only a matter of time before this gay cop would have her fingers in there. Gladys closed her eyes to enjoy the tenderness of the moment.

"What are you doing?" Cynthia asked Ed, leaning over his shoulder.

"Playing chess."

"Playing by yourself?" she smiled. Cynthia had been there for over a week and the man made no move toward her. She sat down opposite from him.

"I make a move on one color then turn the board around and look at what might be my best chance," He studied the board for a few minutes as she watched him plan his next move. He placed his bishop to attack the white queen. Cynthia moved the white rook to bait his bishop. He studied the board for a few moments then took the offering of the rook. Cynthia scanned the board for just a few seconds. She took the other rook down to take his bishop. Immediately he took it that with his second rook. When he had castled earlier, he didn't push a pawn to escape. Cynthia ran her queen the other length of the board. "Mate," she said triumphantly.

"I never saw that," Ed shook his head. "How did you learn to play this game?"

"My father taught me. We used to play every Friday night for rest and relaxation.

I always took that night off from my studies and just crashed as far as my schoolwork was concerned."

"What were you studying?

"Medicine! I plan on being a doctor."

Ed nodded. "You never dated on weekends?"

"No, I didn't. Dating was the furthest thing from my mind."

"Why? There would be hundreds of men who would love to take you to dinner and a movie or even dancing."

"I'm not interested in men," she answered quickly. Realizing she left the door wide open. "I'm not interested in women either. At this moment in my life I'm asexual.

Sex does not interest me at all."

"I see. I kind find that hard to believe that such an attractive young woman as yourself would be that way. I understand it because I'm sort of the same way. I've never had sex either."

"I'm a virgin," Cynthia explained. "I had oral sex with a boy back in high school but I didn't find it all that pleasurable. We were just friends and tried it once on a date.

I broke up with him a few days later though we still remained friends."