to her home to meet her daughter

She walks you by the balls to her pickup truck. She pulls out hand cuffs and locks your hands behind your back. She motions for you to get into the bed of the truck and you do. She pulls out another hand cuff but this one is attached at the other end to a heavy kettlebell. She locks the hand cuff around your balls.

"Stay put." You notice her eyes. They are bright. She is probably about 38. Her hair is in pretty braids. You wish you had met her on different terms. She hops into the cab and you take off.