"Oh," I muttered as I walked around behind her to see the computer screen and her Netflix account. I was surprised by her choice. It was the first sig... that she was interested in this type of thing. The thumbnail cover on the computer screen showed two girls kissing, girls about her age, eighteen or nineteen. "It was actually a made-for-TV movie in France," she continued. "Well, I'd like to see more of their made-for-TV movies, then!" I joked as I read the description. The film was about two. I then quickly pulled her hands behind her back the task made difficult by her struggling. With one hand I tied the handcuffs around her wrists and pulled her into the dark alley. I was finished in 15 fifteen seconds flat and with one more look to make sure no one saw I pulled her still struggling form into the back of my open van. Closing the door and locking it behind me I tied her ankles together and watched the drug take affect. First her eyelids droop before she went limp. I quicky tied. "We still have just enough time to visit the Monkey House."* * *Buffy is engrossed in her copy of The Da Vinci Code as the plane takes off. Dawn has read Holy Bl*od, Holy Grail and can name the ten thousand ways in which it is bunk (it doesn't even mention the well-known albeit completely erroneous legend that Mary Magdalene was a Slayer and Jesus her Watcher), so she ignores her s*ster and tries to focus on the in-flight movie instead.It's some type of slasher movie, but she can't really pay. Pants or leggings appeared. The leggings were very thin. Beth could make out the color of her panties beneath them. And they were stretched tight. She remembered the term camel toe from her youth and most of these brought that word to mind. One set of the leggings had a sheer mesh slit that wound down each leg, in the front and back. Another was a woven mesh on the font, looking like a bikini bottom with stockings. The capris were not much better. Several pair had lace up sided that left two to.