By Tigerkey, edited and approved by Steellock
Note: This is a continuation of a story by Steellock. This chapter is by Tigerkey. To start at the very beginning, click here.
I keep dreaming of the different things that might happen to me in the hands of Jim, Jess and of course the Trucker while I can smell the leather around me. Having my mind going nonstop and not knowing what they might have in store for me, I wake up. I feel different as in not able to move and thinking Oh shit what’s happened to me, my arms and legs won’t move. But I didn’t know when I passed out that one of the thing’s I’d spoken to Jess about was being put on display on Matt’s bench in the window in some Segufix, but just the wrists and ankles.
He and Jim had helped this come to life and they had some nice pictures for keepsakes for me and the Trucker, and of course some for Jim to show how different sized people can fit into the gear he sells in the shop. So, in the end I come around and am not sure where I am until I realise that I’m being held by someone or something I start to move my head.
