Molly whimpered a little as the man gripped her by the base of her long, raven curls and pulled her to her feet. Her long legs strained a little as her sneakered feet touched the ground. Her legs were bare. Feeling comfortable in the restoration of her freedom, the woman was dressed in a tiny pair of cut-off jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Still held by her hair, she placed her hands on the roof of her car and spread her bare, long, milky legs as far apart as possible, causing those little shorts to ride up, showing the lacey pink thong and the lightly chubbed white cheeks beneath. "What's going to happen to me?"