Sometimes dance class runs late. And I thought I would stay after to practice what we went over that evening. I did not realize the time and that everyone else had gone home. I know I should have changed from my tights and leotard before going to my car but I really just wanted to get home. That was my first mistake. Not paying attention in the parking lot was my next. I am driven bound and gagged in my own vehicle on a rainy night to an unknown location. I end up tied to bed, a pair of my dance tights in my mouth under a leather gag. So much for staying late.