Lauren knew she’d pay for it but did it anyway, strong arms and a hard body eventually wrestled her down and he handcuffed her without much effort. When he went for her ankles she kicked her legs just on principle but he knelt on her knees and tied her up all the same. She thought that was it, as she examined his face by overhead light noticing how hard he was breathing. Smoking got to him, she thought, there was a reason she didn’t smoke.  He reached for her though and much like a sack of potatoes hefted her in his shoulder. Argh! She struggled a bit but Frank  swatted her ass and carried her into the bathroom. The position in which he left her was awful and she glared at him as he took a last appreciative look at her ass, grinned at her and left to toss her car. God! She<i>hated</i>him. The next thing she threw at him would be something a<i>lot</i>harder.<br/><br/>It took a while for him to return, a time during which time she had ample opportunity to look at the pink tile in the bathroom and realize that this position was viciously cruel. She’d take the chair next time, thank you very much.