Valerie was lost in thought, driving by memory when the black sedan passed her bringing her back to the present. ‘Shit,’ she said, shaking herself...‘wouldn’t do to get in a wreck now,’ she thought. As that thought finished her car was hit from behind, looking in the rearview mirror she saw another black sedan riding her bumper. ‘What the hell!’ she yelled as the car in front of her came to an abrupt stop, forcing her to throw the Vauxhall into a too tight swerve that brought her clear of the car. Three men got out and started helping us into the car, Pia in the back and I in the front. Once secured in our seats, the doors slammed shut and off we sped into the dark.I can vaguely remember snippits of conversation as they discussed where to stop, but we drove well into the countryside out of town, where the least chance of being disturbed, was their main aim.'This ones cunt is ready for us' came the thick coated comment from the darkened interior back seat. I could only assume they were. "It's okay, Jack." Jenny said.So I fastened the cuffs to her ankles, making sure they were tight enough so that Jenny couldn't escape but not too tight that they would hurt, just as Carla instructed me to.Next, Jenny was told to hold onto the handles, and I obediently fastened the handcuffs on her wrists. Then Carla told me to loop the straps below Jenny's armpits and buckle them tight. Carla told Jenny to try to move and escape from the cuffs. She tried moving her arms and legs but couldn't,. She'll have to leave soon."Somewhere around Santa Monica, we drive into a parking garage and stop bya rather non-descript newer Japanese nameplate car."Ralph, I have to be back at the house by 3, so please be back here alittle before 2:30, okay?"He nods, "Certainly, Ms. Thomas," as we leave the van and get into the 4-door. She looks at me and says, "Okay with you?" Sure, I think there's time for lunch and maybe a little more." This is going to be really nice, I can tell." I hope so, anyway, so.