Frank's plan

At the dock, Frank unlocked Laura's restraints and pulled some clothes on her. It was made more difficult by her horny wriggling and the fact that she was drunk from the whiskey and margaritas, but eventually he got some clothes on her, and got her up the dock to the SUV. He shoved her into the back seat and locked her in before going back to secure the boat.

While there, he opened a bottle of vodka and dosed it heavily, bringing it back to his vehicle. Laura was moaning and writhing in the back seat, making barely coherent sounds that might be singing. Frank smirked as he started the engine, thinking the bitch would have lots to sing about soon if things went according to plan.

Checking his GPS, Frank set a route that he thought would take him where he wanted to go. He had seen a story about a makeshift camp of homeless people in some nearby hills and he thought it sounded like the perfect place to dispose of Laura. He glanced over his shoulder at the writhing, drunken girl and grinned to himself, already anticipating the fun.