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My collaborator says that my idea is good and that her wrists would have to be confined in handcuffs as a cop would do. I agree.
Our victim is too preoccupied denying she is a hooker to even think as to the possibility that the man currently cuffing her hands behind her back is not who he says he is. He has her in the backseat of the "police car" and is pulling her ankles together to cuff them also.

So where does it go from there I ask? She laughed and said, "I thought you could fill in those blanks".

"That I could", I said. Then I suggested that we leave the rest up to the reader's imagination and that we get together to formulate the rest of the story together.
Deeply awaiting Friday night. She is dressing hot and going to the club. Myself? I'll be outside the club arresting hookers. The public servant that I am.
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