A very disoriented Kaylee

Kaylee's arms hurt. She didn't understand why. It was pitch black, so that must mean she managed to get home and crawl in bed. But why were her arms hurting? And why was the bathroom faucet dripping again? They'd just fixed that damn thing! Then she noticed she also had a headache. She tried to piece together in her fuzzy memory what happened before she got home. Then she recalled the tit flashing incident, and the SUV that was chasing them. They lost them, or so they thought, but somehow it ended up differently.Then she remembered THEM! They had found her and Erika. She recalled being thrown to the ground, and an oppressive weight on top of her, holding her down until... until everything went dark.

It was at that point of sudden realization Kaylee knew she wasn't at home at all. In fact, she didn't know where she was. Her first instinct was to call out for Erika, but the muffled noise that came from her mouth also told her she had been gagged. "MMMMPPPHHHH!" she mumbled to no avail. It seemed there was no one around to hear her at all. But then she heard a noise. Or at least she thought it was a noise. It sounded like a muffled moan, or perhaps a groan. She couldn't be sure which. But at least she knew she wasn't alone. She decided to take some comfort in that at least.

Time passed and the muffled groaning, or moaning, suddenly became a muffled scream. She thought it might be Erika. It definitely sounded feminine to her. But it was still pitch dark, and she still couldn't see anything. Lord of mercy, her head throbbed, she thought. Something got up in her nose, and she had to sneeze. There was no way around it. She let it fly, and took notice to the fact that the **** of the sneeze had started her swinging back and forth. Now she understood why her arms hurt. She must be suspended from something by her wrists. If only she had been a contestant on Jeopardy at that moment, she might have hit the Daily Double. But things being what they were, she silently hung there, gently swinging from the **** of her own sneeze.

Poor Kaylee! If she had only asked Alex for Slums for a thousand, Alex might have said the following: "An abandoned building not fit for human habitation." Then she might have answered: "Where am I in the hood?" She might have made it to Final Jeopardy on that answer alone. But, things being the way they were, Kaylee didn't even qualify to win the home edition of Jeopardy. She just swung there gently from the ceiling. At least she knew something: She wasn't naked, and her legs were bound together at the ankles.

Kaylee then got this wild notion: What if she TRIED swinging? Maybe she could swing herself loose? It sounded crazy, but anything was worth a try. So she started moving her legs back and forth, trying to get some momentum. It was working! She was swinging! Just like she used to do in grade school! She swung herself harder and harder, and all she succeeded in doing was kicking a very sore Erika very hard, right in her lovely ass cheeks. At least she found Erika.

Erika yelled as loud as she could through the gag: "OP ING-ING! OOO UM ITCH!" It was enough to make poor Erika wonder which one of them truly acted the part of being blond.

Kaylee let herself slow down. Then she said in the best way she could through her gag "RRRRR-EEEEE!"

The two girls hung there quietly now, Kaylee having learned her lesson. They listened to the sound of dripping water, and wondered what their captors might have in store for them when they returned.