Chapter 7

Holly decided definitely she would not bring Gladys to police headquarters. She was convinced that the girl played a minor role in the kidnapping and absolutely none in the killing. Besides, she was in love with her. Gladys was willing to try anything Holly wanted. Being a lesbian all of her life and the small girl having had sex with both genders, the Constable was happy to have her around the house doing the small chores while she was on duty. She didn't make any attempt to escape or even call friends to come to get her out of this situation.

Holly reported her find of the males who had kidnapped the woman Gladys told her about. From her description of the victim, she believed that it was the beautiful medical student from the State of Washington. Bulletins from the FBI were circulated all across Canada. Gladys swore that the pretty girl was alive where she was dropped off at some man's shanty. She didn't recall the person's name, even if it were spoken. All she knew was the lady's name was Cynthia something or other. Which lined up perfectly from the literature she read at the office that the girl's name was Cynthia Thomas. A medial student at the University of Washington.

When Holly saw her picture for the first time, her knees almost buckled. She wasn't just beautiful, she was gorgeous. A smile that could light up the sky, long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes. And that facial photo alone made Holly horny to the point that she went home, feigning to be ill, and fucked Gladys as if they hadn't made love for weeks. She loved the girl in her arms but thought of Cynthia Thomas. She looked down upon the sleeping face of cute little Gladys and smiled. This one, in Holly's opinion was a keeper.

The FBI kept on the case. Every once in a while Ted Simmons stopped by for an update. No calls for a ransom, no calls as to Cynthia Thomas' whereabouts, no clues whatsoever. The men that were found dead in that SUV weren't even reported in the United States. It was a Canadian matter and only the Alberta police were trying to investigate as to how and why the one man was shot while the others froze to death.

The Thomas' had given up ever seeing their daughter alive. They just wanted her body to be found, brought back for local burial, and have closure in this matter. Vanessa had to spend a few weeks in the hospital's psychiatric unit being heavily sedated and watched constantly. Robert returned to work which was the only outlet for him. His daughter was still missing and presumed dead. His wife slowly going insane while he, himself, was physically and emotionally exhausted. He had put a million dollar reward to her whereabouts. That was all he could do at that moment.

Ed's fever broke sometime during the night. He opened his eyes wondering what those soft things were pressing into his back. He realized, after a few moments, that it was Cynthia. He felt her soft breathing on his nape while her arm was about his waist and a leg tossed over his. Ed stared into the glowing embers of the dying fire. It still radiated some heat but he knew he would have to put a few pieces in shortly. But he was enjoying her warmth giving a wonderful feeling to his smelly body.

"I think you're awake now," she mumbled.

"Yes, I just came around a few minutes ago," he said. He was afraid to move. He wanted her to stay where she was at, but fearful she would get up and start doing things.

"Good," she said. "I've been worrying about you. For a while there I thought you were about to die. If you did, I'd be up a creek without a paddle."

"I'm glad you appreciate me a little," he still stared in the fire.

"You don't know what you have until it's taken from you. I certainly didn't want you to die on me. I know we both stink from not bathing for a week but I'm too tired to do anything about it. Just stay by me and let me sleep. Now I can go into a deep sleep without worrying about you," she yawned. Then almost like a light switch had been turned off, Cynthia was back sleeping once more.

When she opened her eyes again, she was face to face with Ed. He had somehow washed, shaved and brushed his teeth. He had opened a can of Dinty Moore Stew, and she smelled its fragrance simmering in the kitchen. Darkness covered the room except

"You slept for ten hours," he whispered.

"I was tired," she responded. They were almost nose to nose. He leaned forward touching her lips with his. It was a nice soft kiss that stimulated her mouth. Surprisingly, the kiss felt nice.

"I must have bad breath," she covered her mouth.

"Not so," Ed replied. "Not to me anyway."

She removed her hand and gave him a smile. "I have to admit that kiss was very nice. "Thank you," Ed felt her body trembling next to his. He didn't have any idea if it were from the cold or him being so close. He boldly kissed her again.

She responded by kissing him harder. She was never interested in sex, though what Paul had done to her back in high school had given her a somewhat pleasant experience. Cynthia accepted Ed's tongue into her mouth. They both had their eyes closed and their hands on the back of the other's head.

She felt Ed's penis harden against her. 'I'm not interested in having sex, ' she told herself. 'I've never even masturbated. I've never had a desire to do it. Why this all of a sudden?' She inched her hips forward to feel his erection even more. Ed reached down to touch her lush breast. His hand sent a jolt of from her breast to her pubic region. She didn't realize that she was working her way slowly easing her body under his. His hand went up the sweatshirt, with his thumb rubbing her nipple. Cynthia let out a long silent gasp. Under any other circumstances, she would not allow this. She had the ability to turn off her sexual feelings. At this moment, she didn't want to. Cynthia didn't know how much longer she'd allow Ed to go, but she wanted to explore this.