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He went into Trish’s cell and said, "Okay girlie. Let’s see if you look as good as I think. Get those clothes off. Everything! Even the shoes and socks." "Fuck you! You prick! Dad will be calling our motel in a few hours to make sure we got there alright and if we aren’t there he will call the real cops. You had better turn us loose now or you will be in jail forever!" I knew that was a lie. Her folks were on a cruise with my folks and Buffy’s and we hadn’t been able to find a motel with a vacancy. We had hoped we might bunk with some of the other girls from school. I had to admire the lie and hoped it would scare him.
He just walked over her and said, "Bullshit. The cops won’t take a missing report until you have been gone 24 hours. By then there will be no trace of you. Now get those clothes off!" Trish put an arm over her breasts and the other over her crotch as she shrilled, "No! No!" He went closer to her and yelled, "No? You will never use that word again!" He punched her in the stomach! Hard! She fell to the floor gagging and trying to breathe. While she was still trying to get her breath he picked her up and laid her over the 2 inch pipes of the footboard of the bed and jerked her arms over to handcuffs at the sides of the bed springs. Then I noticed more cuffs at the legs of the foot board which he quickly snapped over her ankles. He walked out leaving her there with her skirt up to her waist in that horribly bound position.