Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen's wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise. Karen sighed and wondered aloud "How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend's party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV.