I said. ‘Okay, the bars will be shutting down, there will be some cars along soon.’ Then I closed the gate and started to lock it. ‘Wait.’ She... said. ‘Will you help me?’ I opened the gate again. ‘Ok.’ Then in an official voice. ‘Miss, put down the tire iron and step slowly away from the car.’ She laughed and did that. I tried the iron and saw the problem. The iron just rotated off the nut. It was too worn or the wrong one, to take the nuts loose. There were things I could have tried if there was. We went between two hills and came to a valley with a house tucked up against another hill. It was a nice sized house though not the size of the Jefferson mansion. We went through the honking procedure with no response. We got out and went to the door and found it locked. I led Shirley around to the back and tried that door. It also was locked but I looked around and found a hidden key. We went inside.Inside, I could tell that this house was more to Shirley's liking. We walked through the rooms. Another click tells me that he has me locked in here. My heart races with excitement as I settle down to await my reward … or punishment; depending on whether he deems me a good or a bad girl. I let my thoughts travel to pondering the things he could do to me and end up making myself squirm within my bonds. Later: I am laying back on the bed quite comfortable in my tied up position. The ropes aren’t too tight but now that I have regained full consciousness, they are noticeable. I sigh. " But then again ... on reflection, I don't suppose it was.While we walked down to the beach... -- Christ, you didn't think Doug and I would let the girls go with those freaks without us, did you? -- Adona informed me that it would be at least a week -- or so -- before the boffins discovered what had really gone wrong with their time calculations and then make the necessary adjustments to their equipment so they could send us back to the right point in time. Not that I believed much of his.