"Oh, mother," said Pamela, "don't make a fuss.

After all, it's only for six months y'know. Doesn't hurt too bad."

Pamela put on her blouse, and the girl from

Avondale took cords from her purse. Pamela had never been tied before of course, but she had seen enough movies and TV to know enough to cross her hands behind her and turn around to the girl.

The first, feel of rope on her wrists was interesting.

Not uncomfortable or unpleasant, but not exciting either. Just… interesting. Yet, there was a slight quickening of her breathing when she smelled the lilac perfume of her binder. Well now, thought

Pamela, what's this reaction all about? Probably the excitement of the day.

Pamela's raincoat was draped over her shoulders to hide her ropes, and there was a last goodbye, and a brief kiss to her mother. The door closed behind them as they walked quickly through the rain.

The van was blue, but unlettered, and it stood in the gushing torrent of the gutter. The rear doors were opened by the girl and they climbed inside to- gether, stepping high up to the floor deck, The girl's raincoat was short, and so was her skirt obvi- ously, for Pamela saw a flash of her whit,e panties.

The girl removed Pamela's raincoat and untied her wrists. The respite was only brief however, for she raised Pamela's right wrist towards the van ceiling and encased it in a dangling silver handcuff. The left wrist was likewise cuffed before the girl touched a panel switch. The chains holding the cuffs rose with a.smooth whispy sound and Pamela felt her arms pulled upwards until her heels left her shoes, all of her weight now on her toes. Pamela

said nothing, but felt the discomfort of her bond- age keenly. Better get off to a good start, she realized.

"Feel okay, baby?" asked the girl.

"Sure," said Pamela, not rnissing the girl's use of the word "baby." She hadn't been called that by a girl before, and found it rather nice. The girl was pretty. She had thought about girls once or twice.