Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[tickletied84]

Wonderful update - the real life aspects, the confusion of a guy trying to work out which girl is for him. Rowdy partying, and now a real life escape artiste!

Great stuff [mention]slackywacky[/mention]

[dogrednuht123]

[mention]slackywacky[/mention]

Love the comment before your update. The suspense is killing me. Can't wait until the next update. I really loved the comment from Dominique to Jack asking him if he was going to screw Alana and wanted her to tie up Elsa. Yes please. The answer is always yes.

Hoping the next installment has Elsa tied up in one side of the pool with Dominique making a comment that the irony is not lost on her that the blonde is in the shallow end before she gets gagged.

Here's to wishful thinking.

Regardless whatever you pen to paper will be great. Keep up the amazing work.

[GreyLord]

Wonderful update - the real life aspects, the confusion of a guy trying to work out which girl is for him. Rowdy partying, and now a real life escape artiste!

Great stuff @slackywacky

@slackywacky

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Here's to wishful thinking.

Regardless whatever you pen to paper will be great. Keep up the amazing work.

[mention]tickletied84[/mention] and [mention]dogrednuht123[/mention] have said it so well. You seem to come up with the most wonderful mix characters again and again. These may top the list. If you stopped writing, it would be truly devastating. Always looking for a [mention]slackywacky[/mention] update for any of your stories.

[slackywacky]

If you stopped writing, it would be truly devastating.

I agree, I would also be devastated.

Oh, crap... he meant me, oh, well... or... maybe I will be devastated when I stop writing? Time will tell.
But not anytime soon I suspect, still too much to bring to these stories.

Glad to be of service by providing a little bit of a break from day-to-day life

[Beaumains]

This was a very interesting update. It seems like alcohol to enhance your characters' traits and fears. Elsa loosens up even further, leaving all sense of prudishness and shame aside, while Jack gets jealous and afraid Elsa would soon find someone better. I am curious how he will handle this. Will he plan less of these adventures to not lose Elsa? Will he control his feelings? Or is this relationship doomed to fail?

[Rdo4y8]

Recently stumbled upon this and caught up on all the installments quickly. It’s just that riveting. Incredible work so far.

[nayte4767]

Nice update, I can't wait for the next one

[slackywacky]

Chapter 59

“You think that is fair?” I asked Dominique, while looking at a very helpless looking Alana.

“No, but since she never specified any rules…” The tall blond stated.

I knew she was right. Somehow, I figured that Alana was expecting not to get out of whatever bondage she was being put in. Somehow that did not feel right, it did not feel like a fair challenge.

“She should have at least a little chance of getting out.”

“Hmmmpppfffff.” Alana grunted, although it sounded like she was grinning.

I could not tell if she was laughing or not, as I could not see her eyes, and the gag made it impossible for her to say something that we could understood.

“Too late now.” Dominique replied.

After I got my box with the bondage gear from the hotel room, Dominique, with help from Sasha, had started to tie up the blond escape artist. Whatever Alana was thinking while being tied, she did not say a word, even before she was gagged. The first rope went around her wrists behind her back, a very standard tie. The 1/8-inch cord was wrapped snugly 10 times around her wrists before the rope was cinched 4 times. The knot was placed on top of the bindings, way out of reach of Alana’s fingers. Not that those fingers were going to be very useful as Sasha wrapped black electricity tape around Alana’s hands, after having her make a fist. The next rope got wrapped just below the elbows, pulling them together all the way. Alana did not even grunt when they did that, showing how flexible she was.

“Add a layer of duct tape on top of the ropes.” Dominique instructed Sasha.

While Dominique tied a another 1/8-inch rope around Alana’s arms above her elbows, Sasha wrapped tape on top of the rope that was tied around Alana’s wrists. To me, this already looked like an inescapable bondage, but it was obvious the two fitness women were not done yet. Sasha finished the taping by wrapping it on top of the ropes just below and just above Alana’s elbows.

“Open up.” Dominique said to Alana, pushing my yellow ballgag into her mouth, tightening the strap at the nape of her neck.

Using the role of microfoam tape that was in the box, the women made sure Alana was not able to spit out the ball. The tape was wrapped all the way around her head, covering most of it with the wide stretchy tape. Only Alana’s nose was sticking out.

“That should keep her quiet.” Sasha grinned.

The method used to tie Alana’s hands was used for the legs too. First several wraps with ¼-inch rope around the ankles, below the knees and above the knees, with nicely tight cinches and tight knots before Sasha would use the duct tape to wrap the rope up. When Sasha was done with the tape, Dominique took the leather single glove from the box.

“Really?” I asked, figuring that Alana would not be able to escape from her current predicament.

It looked like the two women were going all the way in making Alana helpless. In the pool behind us, we were on the sundeck part of the rooftop, there was splashing going on, with Elsa and a few other guests having fun in the water. I figured the water was at least cooler than the outside air.

“Go, Alana, go.” Elsa shouted.

Elsa already lost her shirt and I noticed she was not the only one in the pool.

“Not done yet.” Dominique reacted.

With help from Sasha, Dominique applied the single glove to the helpless escape artist. The lacing was pulled tight, enclosing Alana’s arms from the fingers to halfway up her upper arms, removing all access to the tape and rope. With her hands taped in fists, there was not much room in the end of the single glove. The belts were buckled, one over each shoulder, before Sasha added another layer of tape around Alana’s torso, covering the belts from the single glove, squashing the woman’s breasts in the process. I figured they were done, but I was wrong. First, they added a rope around Alana’s waist and the single glove, cinching the rope between the single glove and her back. This made sure she was not able to move the single glove. And as with the other ropes, Sasha covered the rope with duct tape.

“I’ll better get some new tape soon.” I said, looking at the amount they used.

The next rope was a crotch rope, which got pulled nice and snug between Alana’s legs. So far, she had been quiet, just letting the bondage happen to her, but when Sasha pulled the crotch rope going between Alana’s legs tight, a grunt escaped the tied-up woman lips. I was not sure it was enjoyment or annoyance that the grunt represented, Alana was too well gagged.

“Done?” I asked, not seeing any more options for ropes, unless they wanted to put Alana in a hogtie.

“Almost.” Dominique added. “We should take away her freedom to move around.”

I did not see what she had in mind, until Sasha and Dominique picked Alana up and placed her against the 6 feet high steel fence that surrounded the roof top. It consisted of vertical steel bars, about a hand width apart, set around three sides of the roof top patio. After placing Alana with her back to the bars, Dominique used a long rope to fix Alana to the bars, weaving the rope from just above Alana’s breasts to her knees, fixing the helpless woman tightly to the steel. Sasha wrapped a few wraps of duct tape on top of the microfoam tape of Alana’s head and the steel bars, making it impossible for the young woman to move her head. Literally the only part of her body that Alana could move were her toes.

“Must be an interesting view from the other hotels, if anybody is looking.” Somebody grinned.

It was obvious to everyone that Alana would never escape from the bondage she was placed in, at least not without help. All she could really do was endure the tight ropes and tape and wait for release.

“Excuse me, what are we doing?” A male voice said behind us.

When I turned around, I noticed two security guards standing in the entrance way to the pool area.

“The pool area is supposed to be closed at 11. Please vacate the area.”

“But I talked to management.” Dominique said.

“That I do not deny, but we had some complaints, so we’ll have to end it. And I assume this young woman had been tied up like this voluntary? Otherwise, I would have to call LVPD.”

“Yes.” I confirmed. “It was all done with her consent.”

“Please untie her. The pool area is closed.”

It was funny to see that the other guard was staring at the women in the pool, until his partner pushed him, getting his attention back on the job they had to do.

“Euh, yes, please vacate the pool and roof.” He said after composing himself.

Elsa, dripping wet, came out of the pool and walked up to the security guys.

“Do we really need to leave?” She asked.

It was not hard to see she was drunk, but it was also hard to ignore those bare breasts. The eyes of at least one of the security guards went down further than her face.

“Yes, miss. The area is closed.”

“But I want to swim and party.” Elsa stated, not caring about the fact she was soaking wet and half naked.

“You can, at 7 AM again, when the pool opens up.”

Slowly most people left, while Sasha and Dominique released Alana from the steel fence. They did not, however, release any other parts of Alana’s bondage. Instead, the two women picked up Alana and walked towards the roof exit.

“Are you sure this is voluntary?” The security guard asked again, seeing how the two fitness women wanted to carry the very helpless Alana away, but blocked their path.

“Hmmppfff.” A gagged grunt escaped the wrapped head of the escape artist.

“She is an escape artist, working for one of the casinos.” I stated.

“Does not look like she will be escaping this.” He grinned, but he stepped away and let them through. “Please do not do this again on publicly accessible areas.”

“Yes, Sir.” Elsa giggled, following Dominique and Sasha who carefully were carrying Alana.

“Thank you.” I said to the guards, carrying the box with the bondage gear, being the last one to leave of the people who had been on the rooftop.

The guards closed the entrance door and locked it, while we made our way to our room. Dominique, Sasha, and Elsa were waiting at the door to our room.

“Where’s Wynonna?” Sasha asked.

“Already in bed I suspect.” I said while opening the door to the hotel room.

“Party pooper.” Elsa giggled.

After entering the hotel room, Alana was pushed against one of the two poles and the long rope that had held her against the roof fence, was now used to keep her against the left pole. After Dominique was happy, she stepped back and looked at the helpless woman who probably had no idea what was going on around her.

“Somebody is asleep indeed.” Sasha said after checking the top floor of our two-story hotel room.

“Elsa, can you come here.” Dominique said, after grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the box.

“Whazzup? Party time?” The Swedish blond asked seeing the handcuffs in Dominique’s hands. “I like cuffs.”

She held her hands out and Dominique cuffed her left hand, before pulling her over to the other pole and pushing Elsa with her back against the pole, kissing the blond on the mouth, before she cuffed Elsa’s other hand behind the pole.

“You going to play with me?” Elsa asked, shaking her cuffed hands.

‘No, I am going to tie you up, so that I can fuck Jack.” Dominique said to my surprise.

“Euh…” I was kind of lost for words.

“Oh, okay, yeah, that seem to happen more often to me.” Elsa giggled.

Maybe it was the booze, but Elsa did not seem to be surprised by the turn of events. Dominique grabbed the harness gag from the box and walked up to Elsa.

“Open up.”

It had been a command, not a question and without complaining, Elsa opened her mouth. It did not take long before the harness gag was tightly wrapped around Els’s head. A little bit of drool ran from her mouth onto her breasts.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa softly grunted.

“Is this a good idea?” I asked. “What is she needs to puke?”

“We’re around, it is not we’re leaving her alone.” Dominique replied. “But let’s make it a little more restrictive, this is not real bondage.”

“You woken the beast.” Sasha grinned. “Dominique has been talking about ropes and gags and such all day long.”

I noticed that she had been eager, had taken control, but I had not been sure if that was because of last night. Obviously, the games last night had an impact on Dominique. While Sasha stripped Elsa of the rest of her clothing, Dominique pulled her arms together behind the pole and tied them. She used the similar technique she had used to tie Alana, who was silently standing against the other pole, partially unaware of what was going on.

“Hmmppfff.” Elsa grunted after Dominique removed the cuffs and replaced them with rope.

All ropes got wrapped several times, before they were cinched and knotted. Elsa was being tied at wrists, above her elbows, above and below her knees, and her ankles. She looked very helpless. A blindfold was added, so Elsa could no longer see what was happening in the room, which caused her to mumble what sounded like a complaint.

“Oh hush.” Dominique said. “If you don’t like it, do something about it.”

The statement made me grin, as there was no chance that Elsa was going to do anything about the blindfold, tied as she was. Sasha stepped in front of Elsa, who could not see it, and kissed the Swedish woman on the ballgag.

“You’re still cute. Maybe after we’re done with jack, we’ll come back and play with you.”

“Hmmppffff.”

I had sat down on the bed, watching them tie up Elsa, and now both women turned to face me. Both stripped of the few pieces of clothing and slowly walked towards me.

“What’s the plan?” I asked, although it was clear as to what was about to happen.

“What do you think will happen?”

[GreyLord]

This is hot. Dominique is on a rampage. Long may she endure. Is Alana just enjoying being tied up? Or does she have an escape plan ready to show up Dominique? Is Elsa being too submissive? Or is there a plan to really put Jack in his place? Too many possibilities for me to compute. I will have to leave it up to the fertile imagination of [mention]slackywacky[/mention] to sort this.

[Lucky Lottie]

Loving the new characters. Brilliant chapter!

[dogrednuht123]

[mention]slackywacky[/mention]

Thank you for continuing this amazing story. Missed you for a few days. Glad to have you back posting.

Great update. Love Dominique's take charge attitude and mean streak. Also like Sasha as her partner in crime. I really did enjoy reading how you wrote Alana being bound.

Bummed security broke up the fun with Alana stuck to the steel fence in public display. Glad you were able to salvage it in the hotel room. Great cliffhanger. Elsa tied to the pole and rightfully so. She was unable to use her feminine charms to stop security so it is only fitting she ends up similar to Alana. After all they are on the Las Vegas Strip.

Curious what will happen to Jack next. Will he be fucked then bound next to the beauties??? Will Wynonna be rudely awakened, stripped, and bound in between the beauties??? Or will Wynonna and Jack be tied together under the covers after Dominique and Sasha are done with them??? Only time and slackwhacky can tell.

[Beaumains]

I am going to disagree with the other commenters here, but the last chapter slightly disgusted me and seems to set up a few very nasty turns. Elsa, and a few others, are obviously way too drunk, and tying them up in that state is not only dangerous, but the line between consensual and non-consensual gets a lot more blurry. The group is kicked out of the pool for understandable reasons and seems to have forgotten bondage is not always accepted. Then a drunk Elsa is gagged and Jack is (likely) forced to submit to some ropes. The bondage was great, but a few dark threads are woven into the writing.

[slackywacky]

Is Alana just enjoying being tied up? Or does she have an escape plan ready to show up Dominique?

She is, as even her mother said, a bondage junkie, so this was probably more for her to get tied up then escaping whatever Dominique could throw at her.

Is Elsa being too submissive?

She is playing Jack, but that will become more clear in the next chapters. Although being drunk is not helping her.
I will let my fertile imagination run wild again

[slackywacky]

Only time and slackwhacky can tell.

Or maybe it will be something else all together. Time will tell...

[slackywacky]

The bondage was great, but a few dark threads are woven into the writing.

Part of that was actually on purpose, showing that bondage and booze don't always match and that people do things when drunk they would never do when they would not be drunk/high. It is a lead up to the next chapter(s) that will focus solely on Jack and Elsa and some interesting new (but familiar) guests.

I love how you take my story apart and add your view to it. Thank you.

[slackywacky]

Loving the new characters. Brilliant chapter!

Thank you!

[slackywacky]

Welcome to chapter 60 of this tale. We're approaching 165,000 views, which is incredible, so a big tank you (again) for everybody reading this story.
I thank everybody who reads this, whether as lurker or as a member (it is easy to sign up), and especially everybody who takes the time to comment on these ramblings of mine. Every comment, how long or short they be, is appreciated. Now without further ado...

[slackywacky]

Chapter 60

“Room service.”

“Crap, not again.”

At least this time the door was not opened, the extra knocking showed they learned the lesson of not to barge into the room. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed and it was almost 1 PM. And yes, we did not put the ‘do not disturb’ sign up again. We had been pre-occupied when we came to the room.

“Who is knocking?” Wynonna’s voice came from the upper floor of the hotel suite.

“Room service.” I replied.

“Tell them to come back in the afternoon.” She said, sounding sleepy and even a bit grumpy.

“It is the afternoon.” I grinned.

“I have a headache, leave me alone.”

Wynonna did sound grumpy. I knew from our time together that she could handle her booze, but she had a lot more than a few last night, so maybe she had changed over the last few years. Not that I could do anything about it anyway.

“Okay.” I called out to Wynonna, before telling room service to come back later.

I was alone on the bed, naked, Dominique and Sasha had left after having their fun with me. To my surprise, what I expected that would happen never did. Turned out they started playing with each other and I ended up being a spectator. I did get a hand job somewhere during their play. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot, they are good looking women, and they were going at each other as if their lives depended on it, but maybe I had expected more? On the other hand, this was probably better for my relationship with Elsa, although after all the handholding with Wynonna, I was not sure what the status of my relationship with her was.

“Vad är klockan?” Another sleepy voice asked.

Before Dominique and Sasha left, both Alana and Elsa were released from the poles and the, in case of Alana, stringent bondage.

“Why am I cuffed?” Elsa’s voice, now sounding more awake, asked.

I heard Alana grin. Looking over the edge of the bed, I could see both a naked Elsa and a dressed Alana lying on the carpet, although her dark-blue tank top was only barely covering her breasts.

“A present from Dominique.” Alana said, shaking her hand.

Alana’s left hand was cuffed to Elsa’s left ankle and Elsa’s left hand was cuffed to Alana’s left ankle.

“Mitt huvud gör ont, jag känner mig inte så bra om jag ska vara ärlig.”

“What?” Alana asked.

“Sorry.” Elsa giggled. “My head hurts and I don’t feel well.”

“Maybe that has something to do with all the alcohol you consumed yesterday.” Alana grinned.

“You think?” I asked, laughing.

“That still does not explain why I am cuffed to you, Alana. Aren’t you supposed to be an escape artist? Can’t you get out of these things?”
Elsa rattled the handcuff on her wrist.

“Anybody knows where the keys are?” Alana asked.

I looked around and did not see them, and if I remember correctly, but I hope I was wrong, Sasha had taken them along.

“I think Sasha might still have them.” I replied.

“Don’t you have spares in your ‘bondage box’?” Elsa asked.

“Maybe, let me check.”

A quick rumble through the box with ropes, gags, tape, and other bondage stuff came up empty. I walked around the room but did not see any keys.

“Get dressed, will you?” Elsa told me, trying not to look at me.

“Sorry. I thought you have seen it all before.” I grinned.

“I have, that does not mean you have to show everything to Alana.” Elsa added.

It was a true statement, and I should have considered that before.

“Sorry.” I said to Alana while putting on my boxers.

“I have seen worse.” Alana joked, which made me turn red in the face.

After another look around the room, I was pretty sure the handcuff keys were not in the room.

“Somebody got a hairpin?” Alana asked.

“On the sink in the bathroom.” Elsa replied.

I found the needed item and handed it to Alana, who bend the thing a little and started to work on the handcuff on her wrist. It did not take long, and she opened the cuff.

“Wow, now you are really an escape artist.” Elsa said, looking impressed.

“It is not that difficult if you understand how cuffs work.” Alana said. “And since I do this almost every day…”

Less than a minute later she had the cuff on her ankle released too.

“Here, so you can get out too.” Alana said while handing the hairpin to Elsa.

Alana got up and walked to the bathroom and not much later the noise of a running shower could be heard. In the meantime, Elsa was trying to get the cuff of her wrist, but she did not seem to have much luck with it.

“She made it look so easy.” I grinned, seeing how Elsa was not successful in releasing the cuff.

When Alana came from the bathroom, using a towel to dry her hair, Elsa was still wearing the streel bracelets on her left wrist and ankle.

“How did you do that?” She asked Alana.

“Trade secrets. I can tell you, but I would have to kill you.” She replied.

Dressed properly again, meaning she was not showing her breasts to anyone, Alana headed for the door, making sure she had everything she brought with her.

“I have a show in a few hours, so I need to go. Will I see you later at the casino?”

“Probably, it depends on the ladies. I am not sure when Wynonna needs to be back. Elsa and I still want to go hiking, but I need to go back to Searchlight to get my gear. And we still have the stuff your mother gave us.”

“Tomorrow.” Came an answer from upstairs as to when Wynonna needed to go back.

Before leaving the room, Alana wrote her cell number on the notebook next to the door.

“Call me.” She told me and left the room.

Elsa was still trying to get out of the cuffs, but so far had no luck. The shower in the upstairs washroom started and I figured that Wynonna was having a shower, so I decided to take one too. I knew I would probably have to chase Dominique and Sasha for the keys to the cuffs, but that could wait. The shower was great, and I took my time. When I came out of the washroom, Elsa and Wynonna were sitting on the couch, Elsa still trying to get out and Wynonna was trying to help. Dressed in a short yellow summer dress that showed off her curves and contrasted nicely with her darker skin, she sat down to the left of Elsa.

“Hold still.” Wynonna told Elsa. “The way you keep fidgeting, you will never get these things off.”

I grinned and my grin turned into laughter, as Elsa had grabbed the empty cuff that was locked to her wrist and before Wynonna could react, clasped the empty cuff on Wynonna’s right hand.

“Maybe you want to try yourself?” Elsa said.

“What did you do that for?” Wynonna asked surprised.

It was a funny sight, seeing a naked Swedish blond and a dressed native woman sitting on the couch, handcuffed together. I just looked at both women, as it was interesting to watch as they figured out what to do. Elsa noticed I was watching and turned to Wynonna.

“Maybe he feels being left out.” She said to my ex.

“His problem.” Wynonna said and she kissed Elsa, who responded by returning the kiss.

Taking that moment of not paying attention, I grabbed the unused cuff from Elsa ankle and fixed it to Wynonna’s leg.

“Hey, why…” Wynonna give me a look, something I had not seen in a while.

“Sorry.” I grinned. “But you two seem to like each other so much, I figured you could stay together until we have a key, or you figure out how to escape, like Alana.”

“Little hard to get dressed this way, smartass. Did you consider that?” Elsa stated, looking slightly annoyed.

At least when her leg was not cuffed to Wynonna’s, she would have been able to put on some pants, but that was impossible now. Having her hand cuffed was not that big a deal, as she could still put on a bikini top.

“Maybe you should go find that key?” Wynonna said, looking at me.

I figured that was a good idea, but I had no clue as to where Sasha was.

“I’ll go down and ask reception.” I said, dressing a bit more appropriate to be able to walk down.

“Slutligen har han en smart idé. Jag trodde nästan att hans hjärna slutade fungera.” Elsa said.

“What?” I asked while walking to the door.

I suspected it was not too flattering.

“Oh, nothing.” She replied, smiling innocently at me, which caused me to forget what I was about to do.

“Here he goes again.” Wynonna laughed, seeing me standing there, staring at Elsa.

It took a few moments before I managed to get my brain to remember what I was doing. I sighed and left the room, walking to the elevator. While I waited, I tried to remember if I heard the last names of either Dominique or Sasha, but I could not remember. Finding them might be tricky.

“Ping.”

The elevator doors opened.

“Going down.” The female voice of the elevator told me, even when I had not pressed a button yet.

Going down was good, since that was where I wanted to go. It only went down four floors and the doors opened again.

“Look what we have here.” A familiar voice said.

It turned out to be Mel, the tall brunette, who had come on to me while we were on the roof top last night. She was dressed in some shiny fitness gear that did leave little to the imagination as to what was underneath, but it did show all her curves and I could not help but stare.

“What’s the matter? Never seen a woman before?” Mel grinned, seeing me stare.

She walked into the elevator pulling her roller luggage behind her.

“Euh…” I stuttered. “Are you leaving?”

“We’re all leaving sweetie; the event is over. Sasha and Dominique left earlier this morning.”

She stood right in front of me, her face close to mine, although she had to look down at me as she was tall.

“What? Left? Euh…”

“Geez, you have a speech impediment?” She laughed, stepping closer and pressing her body against mine, her firm breasts almost pressing against my face.

The elevator rescued me by arriving on the ground floor and the doors opened, forcing Mel to have to step back, as there were people waiting.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if elevators would have those on/off switches you see in NCIS?” See laughed. “We could have had some fun.”

Lucky for me, modern elevators did not have those switches, as I walked out of the elevator and headed to the reception. Mel followed close behind. The male receptionist, an older gentleman, looked at me.

“Can I help you sir?”

“Did anybody leave a message for room 2291?” I asked.

“One moment.” He started looking in the computer system.

In the meantime, Mel stood so close behind me, I could feel her breath in my neck and her breasts were pushing the top of my shoulder blades, as she leaned forward.

“I hope you have fun with that blond of yours. She is cute.”

“Yes, there is an envelope for you, sir.” The receptionist told me.

While he walked to the office to get it, Mel stepped beside me, dropped her key cards on the counter and left, giving me a sly wave before walking away. Before I could react, the receptionist returned and handed me a plain white envelope. Based on what I could feel, it held the missing handcuff keys.

“Thank you.” I said, walking back to the elevator.

After tearing open the envelope, my suspicion was confirmed as keys were visible in the envelope. Placing the keys in my pocket, I figured I could have some fun with Wynonna and Elsa by saying that Sasha had left, which was not even a lie. Although the fact that Elsa and Wynonna seemed so close was still nagging me.

“Am I losing her?” I asked myself, looking in the mirror of the elevator.

Sometimes I hated the fact that I was not good at reading women.

[GreyLord]

Slowly, the net tightens. [mention]slackywacky[/mention], I do enjoy reading what you write. It is like a sip of good single malt, say Macallan 15 year old.

[TiedupNick]

60 chapters in?

Holy crap. You have literally written a novel! And with better intrigue and character development than several "professional" writers.

Such a great story line, impressive! As always, can't wait to see where we go next!

Nick

[Caesar73]

Poor Jack, he fears that he may lose Elsa .... indeed Elsa and Wynonna connected very well, but I think, Jacks Fear are unfounded. Another fantastic update!

[Beaumains]

This did not go as horrible as I had expected. No one got hurt, and there were a few minor inconviniences at worst. Noone got hurt, thankfully. Only, I am curious whether Jack can overcome his jealousy.

[tickletied84]

I agree with [mention]Beaumains[/mention] - was getting worried that things had started to cross boundaries - and they probably did, but at present everyone still seems to be on friendly terms. Jack is struggling isn't he - it's not clear whether he'll get a happy ending with Elsa at the end of this!

[dogrednuht123]

Great update. Thought it would go in another direction but as always well written on your part. Love the opening multiple girl predicament. No keys, then Jack trying to piece together a solution and the thought process behind it. Loved the part at the end when Jack solves the problem but opts to use it to his advantage. Looking forward to the next part. Keep up the great work.

[The G-Man]

More twists and turns in this magnum opus than in most movies, let alone novels, although you are straying into novella territory here. It was fun seeing Jack trying to puzzle out a solution to his problem. Of course, he now has another problem which is much harder to solve, because its one of the heart. Looking forward to the next chapter, as always. Thank you for the fun ride thus far.