Despite the drawn guns and my helplessness -- for that game, he had bound my hands behind me and pushed me into the hatch, hiking my skirt up in the process -- I persuaded the cops to lock him in the police car (handcuffed, to stay in style with our game!) and question us separately.Despite the drawn guns and my helplessness -- for that game, he had bound my hands behind me and pushed me into the hatch, hiking my skirt up in the process -- I persuaded the cops to lock him in the police car (handcuffed, to stay in style with our game!) and question us separately. We both gave the same story; more impor- tantly, we both told him the same "release word". I, of course, was blushing furiously the whole time, though I was thankful that this was out of town, and that no one who knew me would ever see that police report with my name. |