Here” she added pulling a business card from one of her pockets, “phone this number, to verify.”
Betty took the card and returned to the house while the young woman returned to her work. Within seconds, the warm, tingling effects of the lube offset the pain of her being entered until she could not tell which drew her attention more. She was about to retrieve her night robe when she thought, as dark as the night was, her nightgown would suffice. Betty felt the ruler as it was pulled from her hand and smacked against the side of her head causing her to release her grip on the person lying on her lap. “Okay,” she heard Joey instruct, “take this end and drop it between her ankles, pulling it under the slack, good, now take this end, tuck it under her wrists, now tie the two ends together, perfect.” The weight came off Betty’s back and her two assailants walked around to face her. As Page rolled over Betty, Betty, standing up, pulled the wrap from her neck and recognized it as part of her nightgown. As she twist to free her hair, she threw a wild swing at Betty, which was easily blocked by the outstretched arm holding her hair.
