Then after several weeks of being gloriously fucked by him every afternoon, he started coaxing her into letting him tie her up. And today she let him....Why not? He was a good kid, and he loved her. She could trust him not to do anything too far out. She never would have let Findley or her husband tie her up. Both those bastards had a mean streak in them and she wasn't about to see it in action while she was helpless. But her young brother wasn't like that. And the idea of having her hands tied. Then, turning on her heel and going into deep thought, she looked around the kitchen for possible places to urinate next. When she couldn’t find any place else to pee in the kitchen that appealed to her, she turned off the light and walked out. She was in hunt of her next toilet, seeing as her bladder was quite full from the drinking that she did last night with a few friends. - - - Cindy found herself in the laundry room, laying back against the cover of the washing machine with her legs. The car stopped, the doors opened, and someone was grabbing her and pulling her from the car. She winced in pain but despite the frankly terrifying circumstances no longer being in a moving vehicle and breathing fresh air was a huge relief. The sensation of constant nausea that she’d had since being thrown in the back of the van was already beginning to subside. She was marched into a building, made to sit down and promptly someone attached the straps binding her wrists to a chair. She heard. Mother looking calm scared me to death; there were stories. We waited patiently as she called first my parents, then Sylvia's and invited them to stop by the school to discuss an opportunity for some special education that she had just learned about. "Not to worry," she told both our parents, "the girls seem very excited about it and they are going to stay after school until you arrive. Don't worry, I'll find something to keep them busy ... Yes, five thirty would be fine ... No, it's no trouble.