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Lisa’s first fuzzy thought was that she’d just had one helluva wet dream. As she opened her eyes, though, she realized that it had been no dream at all. The bedcovers, and her pillow, were not on her bed, she was naked, and her hands were still bound behind her. In addition, her ankle was tethered to one of the bedposts by one of her stockings, tightly knotted. The gag was gone, and the light on her nightstand was still on. She twisted her arms around and saw that he’d used another of her stockings to bind her wrists. She felt suddenly exhausted, and flopped back down onto the mattress before craning her neck to see the digital clock behind the lamp. It was almost three-thirty in the morning. What time had it been when he’d attacked her and taken her? She didn’t know. It seemed unimpo
