The Doll walked in front of her again, and gently pushed Mary over to her bed, the young woman sitting down and watching as more rope was tied round her legs below her knees, going around and between them, before it was taken down and used to tie her ankles together. Mary wriggled her upper body round as this was taking place, enjoying the experience and the feelings that she was causing before the Doll stood up and looked at her, her head to the side again. It seemed such a pity to wake her up; as she lay there, her tousled red hair strewn across the pillow, a faint smile on her lips, she looked oh so very sweet and innocent, more like a teenaged schoolgirl than a hardened (though still unconvicted) criminal. Still, wake her he did, very gently.

She contemplated going out to dinner but felt mentally spent and tired. Besides, if she went out she would have to dine alone. The only other person in her life was her sister, Lindy, who lived with Kat. Lindy was also a deputy in the sheriff's department and currently working the night shift. At the moment Kat craved two things: a long hot bath and a pint of chocolate ice cream. The words snapped Kat out of her arousal. She glared at the robber and cursed at him, unleashing a string of incoherent threats.The white robber reached for the young woman's tight yellow top and jerked it up past her breasts, revealing a matching pink bra that strained to hold up a pair of full breasts! The girl shrieked with indignation but could only squirm helplessly as the robber pulled her bra past her jiggling breasts! At that, the woman knelt beside me and untied the cloth from around my mouth. Before I could do anything she started wrapping the duct tape tightly around and around my head, over my hair and everything. Amanda seemed to be pretty shaken up by the incident and said very little, allowing Kat to tell what happened. Though she was concerned about the young woman's mental well-being, Kat had other things to worry about. She had to do everything within her power to make sure the more graphic details of this . . . incident . . . did not reach the public ear.

They went in and raided the house. They searched every foot of the house but could not find Wendy. One of the men found the room in the basement. It had a bed in it with bits of rope and the ball gag on the floor, but there was no sign of Wendy. Had George just lost his niece forever? He could not believe that. In her room, he found her phone, her purse and other things that she would not have left behind. He accused Brent: “Where is Wendy? I know you have done something to her!" Thank you, Miss Jones. I'd like that", she said, as she got to her feet and walked over to the patio. The man beat her to the punch. He pulled out a revolver from under the counter and aimed it at Kat. "Don't move!" he yelled. No, she wasn't imagining it! Someone was calling for her! The voice sounded vaguely familiar and definitely male. The man handed his shotgun to the Hispanic robber. He stepped over Kat and knelt before the young cashier. The young woman's eyes widened with panic. She tried to roll away but he caught her by the legs. The cashier shook her head and whimpered as the robber reached for the fly on her jeans!

He located and removed the badge, holding it up to his companion. "What do you know? She is the sheriff. Wow!" Kat swallowed. "Look, give yourselves up," she said sincerely. "This is crazy. You get the death penalty for killing a law enforcement officer." Really? You have to try it sometime. I just know you would enjoy it. You can't imagine how good it makes you feel inside."