Stacie gets loose

Pent-up frustration causes tears to start trickling down Stacie's apple cheeks. She wriggles her hips again, hoping to break free from her entanglement. No luck. The teenager tries to find something to hold onto to pull herself inside the basement window. Her fingers dangle in mid-air, she's still inches from touching the floor mats below her.

The high school athlete twists her upper body in an effort to reach up and untangle the shorts' belt loop from the window latch. Try as she might, the volleyball player just can't do it. As she looks back to the window, she does see the movement of a beam of light come to rest on her flailing legs.

She hears a voice through the open window barking orders. Stacie can only assume it's the janitor she spied earlier. The brunette panics again. She can't let that wanking old loner get his hands on her! Who knows what might happen!

The limber volleyball player crunches her stomach muscles, curling up to reach for the brass knob at the waistband. Her nimble fingers frantically push at the button. She finally unhooks it. The taxed metal teeth of the zipper give way on their own, and the volleyball player tumbles onto the stacked mats below.

Stacie immediately gets to her feet and jumps to retrieve her shorts as she hears the man getting closer. She fails on her first attempt, and falls to her back on the mats. Just then, she is bathed in bright light as the man shines the flashlight down on her.

"You stay right there, girl! I'll be right down!" growls the big man. Stacie then sees his attention turn to the dangling khaki shorts. He grabs them off the hook. "That should help matters!" he declares triumphantly as he puts them in the big pocket on his rain slicker.