Her nose itches. Donna tosses her head from side to side without waking up. A large black fly circles slowly around her head several times before landing on her nose again. Donna tries to raise her right hand to her nose. She tries to move her left hand. Neither hand will move more then a few inches. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, seeing the fly on her nose. She shakes her head vigorously and it flies off. The fly is the least of her problems, for she soon discovers that she's tied up. Both hands and feet bound, spread out on her own bed. The bedspread is covering her, tucked under her chin, so she can't see the ropes, but she can feel them. Her mind races with fear. "Who tied her spread-eagle to her own bed?" she wonders. "Could it be a burglar? Could it be a rapist? Could it be ..." Donna's thoughts are interrupted with the answer. "Good afternoon, Mom" greets her son Tommy. "Tommy, untie me, now" "Not quite yet, Mom....
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