Bad Man’ rasp, and then there was only the sound of his footsteps moving away from her.
Where was he going? He couldn’t be leaving her there. She heard a car door open, then shut again. Maybe he could…but why, and what would she do if he did? She could get out of the handcuffs easily enough, she was sure, but then what? Even if she could figure out where she was she couldn’t very well start walking home in her bra and panties. What could she… She heard his footsteps approaching again. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she said as he stood up. XXX Bad Man’ and saw that the sunglasses were gone, and Peter’s eyes were looking down at her, smiling but concerned, asking if she’d had enough, if he’d gone
