The morning sun flooded into the windows, as she heard the same distant crashing surf from last night. Her eyes were dry, and she felt like her limbs weren't working right. She shook the cobwebs from her mind and did a quick mental assessment of what happened. She knew she was with Joe last night. She knew they had dinner and drinks. She had that awesome back rub, and then...blank. She wriggled her toes, and tried to get feeling back into her arms so she could move them finally. It was when she strained her head upward that she saw that same tie from last night wrapped neatly around her wrists. She had been secured to one of the posts of the antique, wrought iron bed. Now it was time to panic! She was trapped in an unfamiliar house, and she was tied to a bed. She heard her phone chiming away to notify her of the unread emails and texts, but she was utterly and hopelessly stuck. She cursed herself for being so naïve! How did she not see this coming? She had a showing today, and she was sure to miss it since she was lashed securely to Joe's guest bed.
