Laura's house was on the other side of town, but the drive through Damsel Valley was pleasant. Well, anything beat being tied up on the floor of a gas station, or in Andrea's case, stuffed inside of a trunk and chewing on her socks. As Kayla pulled into the driveway, she spied Jenny standing in the doorway waving eagerly with a big smile on her face.

“Hey, Kayla! What a fun surprise this is. How are you?”

Hopping out the car Kayla walked over to Jenny. Extending her arms she gave the intrepid sleuth a big hug.

“I’m good,” replied Kayla, “I mean, it was quite the afternoon but nothing I’m not used to.”



Pulling away from Jenny, Kayla gestured toward her two friends.

"Jenny, these are my friends, Madelyn and Andrea.”

Jenny’s smile grew even wider as she greeted the other two. “Hi, I’m Jenny Colt. Welcome to Damsel Valley!”



Madelyn chuckled, “this is a much better welcome than the one we had earlier.”



“Tell me about it,” added Andrea, “but it’s so nice to meet you, Jenny. Kayla tells us you’re a reporter too. How exciting!”



“Junior reporter,” Jenny remarked, “I’m still pretty new to the whole thing, but having fun so far! Please, come inside and make yourself comfortable. My mom says she’s picking up pizza.”

The trio followed Jenny into a cozy, well-kept house. The living room was warm and inviting, with a crackling fireplace and a plush couch that looked ever so inviting. Madelyn immediately unlaced her boots and kicked them off before she sank into the cushions. Andrea plopped her bag down and took a seat next to her, curling her sock clad feet beneath her.

“So, how did you end up in the middle of a gas station heist?” Jenny asked, her curiosity piqued.

Kayla rolled her eyes. “It literally just happened. One minute I was trying to pay for gas, the next we were ambushed by a gaggle of goons.”

“That’s Damsel Valley for you,” Jenny giggled. “What brings you to town by the way?”

“We’re heading up to a National Park,” Andrea chimed in from the couch.

“Yeah,” said Kayla, “this was supposed to be a relaxing road trip away from ropes and stuff. So much for that I guess.”

Jenny nodded, “It’s crazy how often stuff like that happens here. But hey, I’ve been using some of those tips you gave me.”



Kayla’s eyes sparkled, “yay! I’m glad to hear it.”

Kicking off her shoes, she took a seat on the floor between Madelyn and Andrea, stretching out her legs as she crossed her nyloned ankles over each other.

“So, Jenny, got any juicy stories you’re working on?”

Jenny’s eyes lit up at Kayla’s question. “As a matter of fact I do! There’s been some whispers around town about some suspicious activity taking place late at night up by the fairgrounds. People have been spotting lights and hearing weird noises after hours. I was assigned the case and asked to look into it. So far all I have are just photos, but I got a few good action shots! Not enough to figure out what is going on and who all is involved, but it’s a start!”

“Ooh, that’s exciting!” Kayla mused enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I think so too. In fact, hang on just a minute. Let me go get some of the photos I took. I want to see if you have any insight on what to make of them.”

“I would love that,” Kayla said with a smile.

Jumping up, Jenny ran upstairs. Meanwhile, the front door opened as Laura walked in, still in her uniform but carrying a few boxes of pizza.

“Hello again,” she said, kicking off her flats before walking into the kitchen with her bare feet, “I hope everyone is hungry.”



Andrea was the first to jump up.

“I sure am!”



Madelyn followed her into the kitchen, eager to help with dinner. Laura set the pizza boxes down on the counter and grabbed a few plates from the cupboard.

“Where’s Jenny?” She asked.

“Oh, she ran upstairs to grab some photos,” Kayla answered, “they’re from the story she said she’s working on.”



Laura laughed, “I’m sure they are. I can’t believe how hard that girl is working. It’s amazing really, watching her get started as a junior reporter. Reminds me of myself back in the day.”



“Wow, I’m sure that must be really cool,” Kayla responded, following Laura into the kitchen, “seeing your daughter grow up like that. There’s a lot of pride in journalism. I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise. It’s great to see the next generation psyched up for this kind of thing.”



“It really is,” said Laura, pride in her eyes. “Now, Kayla, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, but I haven’t met your friends yet.”



Madelyn stepped up behind Kayla as she waved excitedly to Laura.

“I’m Madelyn, Kayla and I were roommates back in college and now we’re best friends!”

Andrea made her way to Kayla’s other side, flashing a friendly grin as she waved happily at Laura. “And I’m Andrea. I met Kayla and Madelyn not too long ago, but, uh, let’s just say our introduction was… a little unusual.”

Laura raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the way Andrea said that. “Unusual as in the kind of thing that happened today unusual?”

Madelyn, Andrea, and Kayla all exchanged a quick, knowing glance, the three of them stifling a laugh. “Yeah,” Andrea admitted, “pretty much exactly like what happened today. Needless to say it didn’t scare me off. I don’t think I could have asked for better friends than these two.”

Laura chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Well, seems like we all have that in common. I can’t even begin to tell you how often I find myself in a jam as an officer in this town.”

Madelyn smirked, crossing her arms. “Nice to meet another member of the club! Seems like Andrea and I have a VIP pass thanks to Kayla.”



Kayla rolled her eyes with a grin. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

Andrea jumped in with a playful nudge, “Really? Because I’m pretty sure this whole trip we’re on was to get away from all the rope and tape and look where that got us.”

Kayla rolled her eyes, smiling. “That’s not my fault! Trouble just... finds me.”



“It finds us all here in Damsel Valley,” Laura shook her head grinning, “but seems like it finds me more than most. I’ve been tied up more times than I care to admit. It’s becoming somewhat of a running joke down at the station.”

Madelyn, Andrea, and Laura all chuckled as the conversation continued, the playful banter flowing easily between them. They all swapped stories back and forth of their many escapades, but Kayla’s mind was elsewhere. It had been a while since Jenny ran upstairs, and Kayla didn’t want her to miss out on anything.

“I’m going to go check on Jenny real quick,” she announced, hopping up from her seat.

“Please do,” Laura responded, “that girl has quite the tunnel vision when it comes to her work.”



Leaving the kitchen, Kayla padded her way upstairs. She found her way to Jenny’s room, the door slightly ajar.

“Jenny?” she called softly, pushing the door open a bit further.

Her eyes widened the moment she stepped inside. There, lying on the bed, was Jenny. She was bound tightly, her wrists tied behind her back. Her ankles were lashed together too, her sock clad feet wiggling furiously as she tossed around on the bed.

“Mmmmrph mmmph!”

Her mouth had been thoroughly stuffed, a spare sock from her dresser pulled between her lips sealing the mass inside with bits of fabric peeking from around the gag. Her eyes were wide as they met Kayla’s, but not wide with fear. Wide with warning.

“Mrrrmmmmph!”

She tried to sound the alarm, but by the time Kayla realized it was already too late. Two goons had already rushed to her side, grabbing her arms as they yanked them behind her back.

“Hey watch immmph!”



A hand was slapped across Kayla’s mouth as they dragged her over to a nearby chair. Forcing her down into it they set to work, tying Kayla’s body to the chair as stringently as they could. Her ankles were pinned together with rope and tied down to the cross piece underneath her. Before long she was totally subdued, just like Jenny.

“Lrrmph mmph gmmph!”



The hand over her mouth was effective at keeping her quiet, but not quiet enough.

“Hurry, get a proper gag on her then we need to move. The faster we can secure the others downstairs the better.”



“On it!”

The thug reached into Jenny’s dresser again, fishing out a few socks. He’d chosen a pair of short cotton crew socks and a longer ribbed knee sock. He wasted no time, hurrying over to Kayla and then grasping her chin with his hand.

Kayla had no choice but to just sit there as her mouth was stuffed with Jenny’s socks, her cheeks puffing slightly.

“Mmmrrrmmmph!” Kayla groaned, wriggling in the chair. Her nylon-clad legs strained against the ropes.

Taking the longer sock the thug pressed it between Kayla’s lips, wrapping it around her head and then tying it off at the base of her neck.

The two goons shared a smug grin before one of them turned to the door. "Let’s go get the rest.”

Without another word the group filed out from the room, leaving the two damsels behind as they wiggled around in their restraints. 

Kayla strained against the ropes binding her to the chair, feeling the coarse fibers dig into her wrists and ankles with each futile twist. Beside her, Jenny’s muffled groans filled the room as she too struggled to free herself, her sock-clad feet kicking at the air in a frantic but ineffective effort. The ropes were tight—far too tight to offer any slack. Both of them knew it, but that didn’t stop them from trying at least.

“Mmmph! Nnnrrrmmmph!” Kayla groaned louder, her body jerking side to side, hoping to create enough friction to loosen the knots. She locked eyes with Jenny, whose cheeks were puffed out around the mass of cloth stuffed inside her mouth, her hair tousled from the constant thrashing. Even through the haze of their predicament, the two shared a look of determination. 

Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, Laura and her two remaining guests had no idea of the perils taking place just above them in Jenny’s room.

“I just have to ask,” Madelyn said, wiping her mouth after taking another bite of her slice of pizza, “the name, Damsel Valley I mean…is it just a coincidence or…?”



Laura chuckled softly, “the town was originally settled by Jedediah Damsel, and from there well…I mean the rest is history as you can see.”

Andrea chuckled, “wow, that’s actually hilarious. I love it.”



“You know what,” Madelyn began, “they should rename Hazeldale, Damseldale after everything Kayla’s been through. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”



Just then, the overhead lights flickered. Madelyn paused mid-laugh, her brow furrowing slightly. Then, in an instant, all the lights went out as the entire house was plunged into darkness. The only light now came from the soft glow of the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows through the window.

“Bummer,” muttered Laura, setting her plate down, “I’m sorry about that, a circuit must have tripped or something. Hang on, let me go check real quick.”

Laura made her way down the hallway toward the garage, the silence was broken only by her soft footsteps on the hardwood floors.

“Should just be a quick fix,” she muttered to herself as she stepped into the cool, dimly lit garage. The breaker box sat on the far wall, just a few feet away. Laura’s fingers reached for the flashlight at her belt, and with a quick flick, she cast a narrow beam of light across the shadowy space.

Everything seemed normal.

But just as she reached for the breaker box, strong hands grabbed her from behind, yanking her arms back in one swift motion.

“Mmmph!” Laura grunted, her eyes widening in shock. The flashlight fell from her grip, clattering to the floor, casting wild beams of light across the room. She tried to twist free, but her captor was too strong. A thick hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any attempt at calling for help.

“Mrmmmph mmmph!”

Laura thrashed against the hands holding her, but another pair of arms quickly grabbed her legs, forcing her to the floor. She kicked out wildly, but it was no use—her attackers moved quickly, expertly. Before she knew it, her wrists were being bound tightly behind her back with thick rope.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” she groaned behind the hand still covering her mouth, her voice totally muffled. But her cries went unanswered. The garage was isolated from the rest of the house, and no one could hear her struggle.

“Quiet down,” another voice muttered as one of the goons knelt in front of her, a strip of cloth in his hand.

The hand over her mouth was removed just long enough for the thug to shove the rag into her mouth. Laura tried to spit it out, but another hand quickly followed, stuffing the fabric in deeper. Her lips were then sealed with several tight wraps of duct tape.

“Mmmmph!” Laura protested, her eyes wide as she tried to squirm away, but her legs were quickly bound at the ankles and knees, forcing her into a helpless heap on the cold garage floor. She wriggled in the ropes, her muscles burning with the effort, but the knots were tight, leaving her no room to maneuver.

The goons stood up, looking down at her with satisfied grins. "Great, just like we planned,” one of them said, smirking at her futile attempts to escape. “Let’s get the others. Just two more left.”

“Mmmmph!” Laura grunted again, her muffled cries growing more frantic as she tried to roll onto her side, but the thick ropes around her wrists and legs kept her firmly in place. She could only watch helplessly as the thugs left her behind, their footsteps echoing down the hall as they headed back inside.

Back in the kitchen, Andrea and Madelyn sat in the faint light of the streetlamp filtering through the window, the eerie silence of the house unsettling them.

“Is it just me, or is Laura taking way too long?” Andrea asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. She shifted in her seat, her sock-clad feet brushing against the floor as she glanced toward the hallway.

Madelyn furrowed her brow in concern. “Yeah, it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? She said it was just a circuit.”

Andrea stood up, pushing her chair back. “I don’t like this. Something’s not right.” She glanced nervously toward the darkened hallway leading to the garage. “We should check on her.”

Just then, they heard the faint sound of thumping coming from upstairs. Both girls lifted their eyes to the ceiling before looking back at each other with knowing looks on their faces.

“Kayla,” Madelyn muttered quietly.

Together, they made their way toward the staircase, the eerie silence of the house amplifying the thudding noise coming from upstairs. As they ascended, the thumping only grew louder. It was joined now by the all too familiar sound of muffled grunts and squeaking.

With haste, Madelyn and Andrea rushed toward Jenny’s door, throwing it open. Madelyn took out her phone and shined a light inside the room, illuminating the bound forms of Jenny and Kayla.

“Mmmrmmph!” Kayla yelled out from behind her stuffed mouth, bouncing about in her chair as she wiggled her nylon clad feet around helplessly.

“Hrrmmmph!” Beside Kayla, Jenny wiggled around on her bed, flexing her body in her hogtie.

"Of course..." Madelyn muttered with a sigh, unable to hide the exasperated smile tugging at her lips.

“How does this keep happening?,” Andrea laughed. “Hang on, girls, we’ll—”

But before either of them could react, two strong arms grabbed them from behind, yanking them backward. Madelyn let out a surprised yelp as her phone fell from her grip, clattering onto the floor. Andrea gasped, twisting in her captor's grip, but another thug appeared out of the shadows, quickly grabbing her arms and forcing her forward.

"Hey! Let go!" Madelyn protested, struggling against the thug who pinned her arms behind her back. She kicked out, but the ropes were already being looped around her wrists, binding them together with swift efficiency.

“Oh, come on!” Andrea grumbled as she fought to twist free. Her eyes darted toward Madelyn, but it was clear neither of them had a chance of escaping the inevitable. The thugs were too quick and too experienced, wrapping the ropes around their wrists with practiced ease. In no time at all, Madelyn and Andrea were both helplessly restrained, their arms pulled tightly behind their backs.

The thugs worked with practiced precision, quickly securing more ropes around their torsos, pinning their arms tightly to their sides. They were sure to be thorough, winding the ropes around their waists and shoulders, ensuring neither of the girls would be able to slip free.

"And that’s the last of ‘em," one of the goons sneered with a grin as he finished securing Andrea’s ankles, giving the ropes a final, unnecessary tug for good measure. “Now, let’s make sure you stay quiet, too.”

Madelyn sighed as she watched the thug standing beside her move toward Jenny’s dresser, fishing out handfuls of her tights. He held them up with a grin before turning toward Madelyn, who shook her head in disbelief.

"God, you thugs are just as resourceful as the ones back home in Hazeldale, huh?" Madelyn groaned, twisting her shoulders uselessly against the ropes as the thug approached her.

“Mmmmph! Mmmrrrph!” Kayla and Jenny grunted from their own ties, watching helplessly as the thug grabbed Madelyn’s face.

Without another word, the thug crammed a pair of Jenny’s tights into Madelyn’s mouth, muffling her next protest. 

“Mmmph! Mnnmph!” she moaned, her cheeks bulging around the nylon wad, trying to spit it out, but the thug was already stuffing the second pair in alongside it. The fabric filled her mouth completely, silencing her complaints with a series of indignant grunts.

“Hrmmmmph wwrmmmph!”

As Madelyn squirmed in her ropes, the thug completed her gag by wrapping several layers of tape around her head, sealing the pantyhose in place. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as the last strip of tape was smoothed down over her lips, leaving her helpless and gagged like her friends.

Andrea, who had watched the whole scene unfold, groaned as the thug leaned down near her feet and grabbed at the socks she had on.

 "Oh no, no, no, not again," she muttered. “I just put these socks on!”

The thug simply smirked, yanking each of them off in two swift motions. “Too bad, sweetheart. Now open wide.”

"Don’t you darmmmmph!" Andrea’s protest was cut short as her own socks were stuffed into her mouth. The fabric stretched her cheeks wide as it filled her entire mouth.

 “Mmmph mmnnph!” she grunted, her voice muffled beyond recognition.

The thug grinned and reached for the roll of tape. “Gotta make sure that stays in there.” He wrapped the tape tightly around her head, sealing her own socks inside her mouth, leaving Andrea just as gagged and helpless as Madelyn.

“Mmmrrph!” Andrea groaned, rolling her eyes in frustration as she squirmed in her bonds. She wiggled her nylon clad toes, feeling pretty damn irritated as the thugs stood back to admire their handiwork.

“Well, ladies,” one of the thugs said with a sneer as he looked at the four struggling captives, “looks like that’s a wrap for you all.”

“Hrrmrmpph!” The four of them chorused out.

Now that the thugs had all five women bound and gagged, they worked to gather them all up downstairs. They gathered the bound captives from each room, hauling the five helpless women into the living room. They worked with silent precision, arranging a circle of chairs and planting each of them into the seats, their legs still bound, and their torsos further lashed to the chair backs. Ropes wrapped around their waists and shoulders, looping around their arms and holding them securely to the wooden frames. Each woman's ankles were tied firmly to the cross pieces under the chair, securing their legs in place.

Kayla, still fuming beneath her gag, wiggled her sock-stuffed mouth against the rope encircling her. Andrea’s cheeks were puffed out from her own gag, and Madelyn, ever the fighter, kicked her heels against the legs of the chair, eliciting a groan of effort. Jenny, seated beside her, caught Kayla’s gaze, her expression mirroring the determination in Kayla’s eyes. Meanwhile, Laura sat and eyed the goons with a scowl on her face, very clearly upset that they had stormed into her home unannounced like this.

One of the men stepped forward with a smug grin, looking each of them over. “Well, ladies,” he began, his voice dripping with arrogance, “you can thank your friend Jenny here for all this.”

“Wrmmmmph?!” Jenny tutted.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about,” the thug barked back. “We know you’ve been snooping around at the fairgrounds, taking photos and asking questions. Well no longer. Look what we found upstairs.”



He held up a folder labeled ‘photos,’ waving it around arrogantly.

“Ffffrmmph mmmmrrmmph!” Jenny yelped through her gag, her eyes pleading with the thugs but they could not have cared less.

Instead the thugs laughed at Jenny’s muffled defiance, shrugging off her angry glare. “Alright, boys, we’re done here,” he nodded to the other men, who chuckled as they took one last look at the row of bound and gagged women, each squirming furiously in their chairs.

With the thugs gone, silence fell over the room, broken only by the soft, frustrated grunts of the women as they struggled against their bindings. The ropes were unforgiving, holding their wrists, legs, and torsos firmly in place. Kayla caught Jenny’s determined gaze and then looked over at Madelyn, who was already wriggling her wrists against the ropes, testing for any bit of slack.

“Mmrph!” Kayla tried to encourage her friends, nodding at each of them as she twisted her wrists against the tight ropes. She flexed her fingers, hoping to reach any loose knots, but it was no use—these guys had been thorough. Her nylon-clad toes curled in frustration beneath her.

Jenny’s eyes narrowed with determination. She began to rock her chair slightly, the wooden frame creaking as she shifted her weight back and forth. With each movement, she managed to push herself closer to Kayla’s chair, inch by inch. Noticing this, Kayla started to lean her own chair in Jenny’s direction, desperate to make the gap between them smaller.

As Jenny inched closer, the scraping of her chair against the floor filled the room, each movement bringing her closer to Kayla’s back. Kayla, still bound and gagged, rocked her own chair back as much as she could, straining to align herself with Jenny. Finally, after a few moments of scooting and adjusting, the two were back-to-back, their shoulders brushing as they settled into position.

“Nnnrrrmmph wwwrmmph!” Kayla grunted, nodding her head to signal Jenny that she was ready.

Jenny flexed her fingers, fumbling to feel for the knots binding Kayla’s wrists. It was a blind, awkward maneuver, and she could only brush her fingertips against the ropes at first. But with each twist and bend, Jenny managed to catch her fingers around a knot and began tugging at it with all the strength she could muster. The ropes were tight and stubborn, but Jenny’s fingers slowly worked them loose, knot by knot.

It would take the two of them quite a while, but finally after all their hard work their arms were now free as the ropes that kept them bound fell to the floor. Kayla reached up and immediately undid her gag, spitting Jenny’s socks out onto the floor.

“Bleh,” Kayla massaged her aching jaw before turning her head to look over at Jenny.

“Yuck,” Jenny exclaimed, peeling away her own gag and spitting a soggy wad of socks out.

“You alright?” Kayla asked.

Jenny sighed, “I should be asking you that. God, I am so so sorry for all this I…”



“It’s okay,” Kayla smiled, reaching over and gently placing a hand on Jenny’s arm, “I’m used to this by now. I mean, I’m not okay with it, because let’s face it…those guys were creeps. But really, it’s totally fine.”



“Wrrmmmph mmmmmrmmph mmmph!” Madelyn snorted, reminding Kayla that she should hurry it up so that she, Andrea, and Laura could be free of their ropes too.

“Alright, alright, I’m on it,” Kayla said, hurrying over to work on the knots binding Madelyn’s wrists. The ropes were cinched tightly around Madelyn’s whole body, but after picking away at the many knots, Kayla was finally able to free Madelyn. Laura followed and so did Andrea. Once the group of gals were free they stood up, massaging their sore wrists all the while.

“God, what a terrible way to welcome you three into our home,” Laura sighed, picking all the rope up from the floor and throwing it into one pile.

“I’m more bummed about Jenny’s photos,” said Madelyn.

“Don’t worry about those,” Jenny replied, “this isn’t my first rodeo after all. I’ve got loads of backups at the office on my computer.”



“Atta’ girl,” Kayla cheered, “way to think ahead.”

Andrea stretched her arms above her head, letting out a long sigh. “Alright, now that we’re all free and in one piece, I think it’s high time we finished all that pizza.”



“Good idea, Andrea,” Madelyn added, following her into the kitchen,” I’m fucking starving after all that.”

Thankfully, the rest of the night was peril free as the group of gals gathered back in the kitchen and enjoyed one another’s company for hours. Upon finishing most of the pizza they transitioned into the living room where they sat around the fireplace and gabbed for hours about their adventures. Between the five of them they had plenty of stories to share, mostly involving the many times they’d been tied up given that was the main thing they all seemed to have in common.

“You know,” Laura began as the fire started to dwindle, “it’s been a pretty wild evening, but I’m glad you all came. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a while.”

“Same,” Andrea said, stifling a yawn. “Even if getting tied up wasn’t exactly on our to-do list for this trip, this turned out to be a pretty memorable day one way or another.”

Laura glanced at the clock on the mantel, then back at her three guests. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you all just stay the night?”

“Are you sure?” Kayla asked, her brow furrowing. “We don’t want to impose.”

“Please,” Laura replied, waving her hand. “It’s no trouble at all.

Madelyn was the first to agree. “If it means more time to hang out, I’m in. Plus, your couch looks super comfy.”

Kayla smiled. “Yeah, alright, it’s settled then. Thanks, Laura.”

Laura set up spare blankets and pillows while everyone found a spot to sleep. The chatter continued for a while eventually giving way to quiet as the house grew still for the night.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows as one by one, the women stirred awake, greeted by the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Laura had set up a small breakfast spread which they all eagerly dove into.

“This was really nice, Laura,” Kayla said, sipping her coffee. “Thanks for letting us crash here.”

“Of course,” Laura said with a warm smile. “You’re welcome anytime. I mean it.”

Kayla grinned. “And you’re always welcome in Hazeldale. Seriously, come visit any time. Just maybe next time we can skip the whole ‘getting tied up’ part.”

Madelyn laughed. “Yeah, as if.”

The group shared hugs and goodbyes before stepping out onto Laura’s porch. The morning air was crisp and fresh, the start of a peaceful, hopefully rope-free day.

“Good luck with your story,” Kayla said to Jenny as she gave the young reporter one last hug.

“Thanks, I’ll let you know how it all turns out. Those thugs have another thing coming if they think they can keep me down.”



“I’ll bet,” Kayla responded.

She, Madelyn, and Andrea all waved goodbye as they headed back toward Kayla’s car. Climbing inside they all just kind of sat for a moment. Kayla grabbed the wheel and just kind of shook her head a bit.

“Well,” she began, “we may not have avoided peril, but at least last night was…kind of fun.”



Madelyn giggled, “last night was great!”

“Coming from someone who actually likes ropes,” Andrea sighed.

“Oh yeah,” mused Madelyn, “good point.”

Kayla slipped the key into the ignition and turned the car on. The remainder of their trip was thankfully bondage free, the trio enjoying some quality time together away from Hazeldale and all the bandits and goons that lay within. It had started off a bit rocky, only to be saved by some quality time with Laura and Jenny Colt. By the end of the trip, Kayla was feeling relaxed and refreshed, ready to take on whatever adventures (and misadventures) were waiting next.