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Chapter 18 Fran paced the length of the tiny room half a dozen times after Manuel left. Clenching her fists tightly had left her knuckles a flat white color. She was chewing on her lip fiercely. "Fran," Renee whispered. "Untie me." The blonde girl paused in her pacing. "When's he coming back, Renee?" she asked tearfully. "I don't know. Hurry and untie me and maybe we can get out of here." |
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Instead of complying, Fran sat down next to Renee and laid her head on the younger girl's soft breast. "Honey," she whispered, "I've got to have my shot or I'll go crazy." " Fran! Let me loose and we'll get out of here and find some." For a second Fran debated what Renee said. Her hand stretched out toward the cord that tied Renee's wrists, and then she pulled it back and said, "No!" "You've got to!"