Shewannaga

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                           Snapshot #10
                            Shewannaga
                           (Ff, bd, exh)
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                  (c) 1997 - All Rights Reserved
                Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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She could feel the cold water of the river through the bottom of the canoe. The
occasional droplet of water driven by the wind and waves landed on her naked 
body causing her to shiver. If she looked up, she could see the clouds far
above her, scuttling across the otherwise clear blue sky completely oblivious
to the small creature slowly drifting downstream.
She had no way of judging how long she had been lying in the bottom of the
canoe. Her slender wrists bound to her sides. Her bare ankles crossed and
securely lashed together. Judging by the position of the sun, it had probably
been a couple of hours. The lazy river uncaringly carried the small boat and 
its nude bound cargo as though she wasn't even there.
They had driven for hours to find this isolated river. She had willingly
disrobed in the car as soon as they left the main highway. Diane had pulled
off the road, had her leave all her clothing at the side of the road. The
handcuffs had kept her hands behind her back for the rest of the ride.
Diane had teased her breasts for what seemed like hours before resuming
their ride. She had cried out in frustration, straining her manacled wrists
to reach in front of her. To get more than just teasing. Diane has just
grinned at her discomfort, put on her seatbelt so that it ran cleanly between
her exposed breasts and continued the drive. There was little traffic on the 
back roads that they had taken. She smiled as she recalled the shocked faces 
staring at her bare chest on the few occasions that they were passed. 
Finally, they arrived at the dock. She had climbed into the borrowed canoe
unsteadily. Diane had securely tied her wrists and ankles, having her lie
quietly in the bottom of the canoe to lower the craft's center of gravity so
it was steady in the water. She doubted if it would have been comfortable to
have the canoe tip her bound into the cold water. She felt the small boat 
float out into the current and begin to drift. Diane had refused to answer 
any questions. How long was she to be aboard? Where the river went? Would 
anyone see her? Where would Diane meet her? Would Diane even meet her? What 
if the canoe ran aground? A million questions answered only with a smile.
And so she drifted. No control. No concerns. Just the smell of the water,
the cool spray, and the blue sky. She sighed, and continued her journey.