When she recognized him, her face softened into an amused smile.When she recognized him, her face softened into an amused smile. "Well, now," she chuckled. "Look what I've caught! I didn't know your name was Peeping Tom!" His face was a deep red with embarrassment and fear as he tugged helplessly at the steel fingers gripping his throat, his feet dangling almost three feet off the floor. Then, realizing that resistance was useless and unable to speak, he looked pleadingly down at her. "Well?" Her voice, mockingly stern, barely masked her amusement. "I'm waiting for your explanation, little boy! What's the matter? Can't talk with my hand around your throat? Here, maybe this will be better." She gripped his right forearm with her left hand and pinned it to his side, her long, powerful fingers extending around his arm to dig painfully into his soft, slender waist. Then she removed her other hand from his throat and secured his other arm in a similar grip, holding him effortlessly out at arm's length with both his arms pinned helplessly to his sides. The pressure of her thumbs on his stomach made it almost impossible for him to breathe, but he finally managed to gasp, "Please, Angie, put me down! I--I didn't mean to spy! I was only there a few seconds, and I started to leave as soon as I saw it was you and that you--you didn't have any clothes on!" She pursed her lips to hide a smile. "Oh, really?" she replied, and then, shaking him briefly with a force that rattled his teeth, she added, "Then maybe you can tell me what you were doing out there in the first place!" "I--well, I was walking past your house and--and saw that the basement light was on--and..." Tom's voice trailed off into silence as he realized that there was no explanation for his actions. She smiled grimly. "Well, little boy, I can," she told him. "How dumb do you think I am? Don't you think I know what all the boys have been saying about me? Big Angie! Biggest knockers of any girl in school! Wonder what else she's got under those baggy clothes! Well, now you know, little boy! What d'you think? Like what you see? Or don't you like to see big muscles on a girl?" His face twisted in agony, Tom could only sob, "Angie, please!" She pursed her lips again. |