CASSANDRA
Put on your seatbelts, and let's go. He came over to where I was sitting so that he could fasten my seatbelt for me. I held my breath and didn't move, so he wouldn't see how nervous I was. But I was helpless in the face of his pranks. He then gave instructions, saying, "Please put the seatbelt buckle on the side; I can't reach it." I took a deep sniff of his perfume and pleasant breath. Even if he is, as we shall say, about 40 years old, he nevertheless exudes the same refined charm that made him the first man I ever loved just by looking at him. When he said that, I reached over and grabbed the side buckle of my seatbelt. When I kidnapped him, the first thing I did was touch his hand because I couldn't believe it was really there. When I looked at him, his smile took me by surp
