Fifteen Minutes

For Emily, it was a very long fifteen minutes. And then another long fifteen minutes. And another.

By the time she was finally able to get the latch to pop open, by wiggling around in the pillory until it broke, her bottom was very red and a great deal of icy water had been squirted at high velocity at her pretty pink nipples, which were now hard enough to cut diamonds. She stood up, stretching her muscles, looked left and right and said, in a very small voice, "Eep."

Of course. She was standing naked in the middle of a very large crowd. That problem hadn't gone away.

She screamed, turned and ran for cover, barreling right past Nathan, who was crouched behind a nearby tree with an awkward expression on his face. Strange. The way he was posed, it was almost like he'd been hiding. And she couldn't see any sign of his special tools, unless you counted that odd pink thing she'd glimpsed in his hand.

But she didn't have time to think about that right now. She was too busy being naked.