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Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiing!

Beep!

"Hi, you've reached Dawn. You know what to do when you hear the---"

Beeeeeeeeep!

"Dawn? It's Danny. I'm just calling to--- well, I'm on my way. Thanks for sending the car by the way. This thing is pretty fancy. The bar is well stocked! I'm not used to--- erm, well, I just wanted to call to let you know, um, thanks. I'm really excited to be going to the gala with you tonight. I know I've waited a really long time for this. But, I just wanted you to know that---"

Beeeeeep!

"We got trouble, boss?"

"Trouble? No, my good man. I would not say trouble. It appears that the young Miss Meadows was getting ready for a night out with a hopeful young man. But I suppose... let's..." Sinclair gestured for his hired goon to get to work.

The henchman nodded and bent down grasping the trim stocking clad ankles of the unconscious blonde girl. Maintaining his purchase on the slippery nylon, he hoisted her legs up into the air while she remained lying on her back on the hard wood floor. Her arms were splayed out beside her, in a "hands where I can see them" motion. The tiny shorts and tank top did very little to hide her alluring figure. The smooth fair skin on her long and flat tummy was captivating from belly button to slim waist. Her head tilted to the side highlighting the gentle fragility of her jawline, mouth parted while she took light resting breaths. Locks of loose blonde hair framed her face and trailed off in a curvy ponytail curled out above her head.

The bottle of chloroform and stained white rag lay on the floor nearby looking guilty as hell.

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The continuation of Winter Cabin Part III. Please enjoy this chapter in the ongoing saga of Rose Tribune reporter, Dawn Meadows. It's freezing cold outside this time of year. Everybody make sure to stay warm!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)

Description

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiing!

Beep!

"Hi, you've reached Dawn. You know what to do when you hear the---"

Beeeeeeeeep!

"Dawn? It's Danny. I'm just calling to--- well, I'm on my way. Thanks for sending the car by the way. This thing is pretty fancy. The bar is well stocked! I'm not used to--- erm, well, I just wanted to call to let you know, um, thanks. I'm really excited to be going to the gala with you tonight. I know I've waited a really long time for this. But, I just wanted you to know that---"

Beeeeeep!

"We got trouble, boss?"

"Trouble? No, my good man. I would not say trouble. It appears that the young Miss Meadows was getting ready for a night out with a hopeful young man. But I suppose... let's..." Sinclair gestured for his hired goon to get to work.

The henchman nodded and bent down grasping the trim stocking clad ankles of the unconscious blonde girl. Maintaining his purchase on the slippery nylon, he hoisted her legs up into the air while she remained lying on her back on the hard wood floor. Her arms were splayed out beside her, in a "hands where I can see them" motion. The tiny shorts and tank top did very little to hide her alluring figure. The smooth fair skin on her long and flat tummy was captivating from belly button to slim waist. Her head tilted to the side highlighting the gentle fragility of her jawline, mouth parted while she took light resting breaths. Locks of loose blonde hair framed her face and trailed off in a curvy ponytail curled out above her head.

The bottle of chloroform and stained white rag lay on the floor nearby looking guilty as hell.

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The continuation of Winter Cabin Part III. Please enjoy this chapter in the ongoing saga of Rose Tribune reporter, Dawn Meadows. It's freezing cold outside this time of year. Everybody make sure to stay warm!

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)