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Zane smiled to himself as he looked at the postcard. On the front it showed a tropical sunset -- orange sky with silhouettes of palm trees in the foreground. On the reverse it said, "Beautiful romantic evenings await you on the shores of Bermuda"

He stared out at the cold rain falling on his Jeep Grand Cherokee, his latest capture sitting in the passenger seat, staring forward, a vacant smile on her face. How long was a traditional Bermuda vacation? he thought. One week, two? Two, he decided, and grabbed several of the postcards.

He bought stamps from the cashier, but she "forgot" to take his money. She was cute, so he implanted his phone number in her mind, and the urge to call him in two weeks when he was done with the one in the car. No, he thought, make that one. They look like they'd be good together.

His cock hardened as he returned to the Jeep. This new one was talented. He'd already felt her tongue on his cock. He'd have her suck him off one more time, and then make her fill out the cards while they drove back to his new hideout.

"I won a trip!" she would write. "Having a wonderful time in Bermuda. It's like nowhere I've ever been, and I'm doing things I've never done before. I'd love to stay, but I have to come back in a couple of weeks. Wish you were here