"There's no way I'm naked and handcuffed in Mexico," I say, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
"I can't believe you're naked, either," Hank says. "I thought it would take a lot longer to get your clothes off."
He turns his head, scans my body, and lets out a slow whistle.
"Really? Really? You're starting that now?" I shout and sucker punch him with my free hand, right in the gut. I make impact with a satisfying grunt. He bolts upright and clutches onto his stomach, pulling my hand so hard that I roll onto my side.
I try to right myself, but he's a lot stronger than I am, and he's got his chained hand glued to his middle. "What'd you do that for?" he growls.
"Because you're a douchebag. It's douchebag payback. Let me up."
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, s
