Imagine Harry Warden feeling the need for some companionship.
If the valentine had asked you to meet your secret admirer inside the mine, you would have ignored it out of distaste. But Valentine Bluffs was a small town and you were coy about your love life.
You didn’t expect to find yourself forced into the ancient elevator. The perpetual descent into the dark earth was accompanied by your snatcher’s heavy breathing.
Pulling you into the lift hadn’t taken much physical exertion. You got your answer when his gloved palm made contact with your pantied backside. Somehow you’d missed the hardening appendage jutting out of his pants. Otherwise completely covered, your abductor loomed over your sunken form.
You hadn’t pushed his hand away or slapped him. That, Harry thought, was a good start.
“Did you send me this... valentine?”
The miner decided to pretend that was a term of endearment as he pulled your drawers to the side.
It took both of you a second to realize the elevator had stopped. Before you could react, Harry pulled you out of the mine’s shaft and onto his.