Capturing Savannah: A BDSM Romance Story

The big city was a scary place. When I first got off the bus, and gazed at the wild world around me, I thought I was going to pass out. The giant crowds of people sweeping past me on the sidewalk, the mean faces, the noise. Everything was breathtaking for a girl like me raised in Red River, Tennessee.

Gawking at a skyscraper, I accidentally grazed somebody with an elbow. ¿Watch where you¿re going, lady!¿ the woman screeched at me, her face red with rage. ¿I¿m so sorry, honey.¿ I said, giving her a gentle pat on the arm. But she pulled away from my friendly gesture.

¿Hey, hands off before I call the cops!¿ I didn¿t understand why my kindness made her uncomfortable, or why she was so angry for bumping against her. I had a lot to learn about the big city. Starving after the long bus ride, I made a hot dog stand my first destination. It seemed like the kind of thing to do in New York City. I could smell the mustard and relish as I politely stood there, waiting for him to offer his services. Somebody elbowed past me and grunted to the man, ¿Give me a dog with extra ketchup!¿

¿Um¿ I¿m sorry, sir. I believe I was here first,¿ I said.

The guy chuckled at me.

¿Where you from, lady?¿