Ed wiped his forehead and sighed in relief. "Christ!" he muttered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. "I'm glad that's over. You girls are fuckin' hellcats!"

Both Diane and Karen squealed angrily from beneath the tape over their mourns.

Wade eyed the naked, helpless girls who lay heaving and squealing on the beds. "Sorry, dolls," he whispered, feeling bad about the whole thing. "You were great chicks. Nobody's better'n you two, honest… but ya'd turn us in. We got nothin' against you, but we can't have ya cryin' to the cops. Ya see? We need a couple hours' head staff."

Karen tried screaming, but it was hopeless. The tape held, keeping her mouth shut. She tried one last time to jerk herself free, but she soon sighed in utter defeat. The two men had done an expert job on them. All the girls could do was bounce, squeal, and writhe on the beds. They were completely helpless.

"Let's go," Ed said at last.

"Maybe we shouldn'ta tied'em up so good," reflected Wade. "They won't be able to get loose. And they might be hurtin', ya know. We tied'em pretty Goddam tight. They're nice kids. We don't wanna hurt'em."

Ed shrugged. "The cleanin' lady'll untie 'em when she finds 'em this afternoon."

"Let's leave 'em a knife," suggested Wade. "It'll be fuckin' embarrassin' for the broads to be found that way. You know. Naked. All tied up like this. They're prob'ly married, anyway. Ya know what all that publicity would…"

"Maybe you're right," reflected Ed, sighing. "But leave the knife in the john. They can get it themselves. That way, it'll take 'em at least an hour to get loose."

"Okay." Wade took the knife from his pocket and went into the bathroom. He set the knife in the bathtub and went back to the bedroom. "All right," he said at last. "Everything's set. Let's go."

"Not yet."

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Ed began to chuckle.