Chad lets out a deep bellyful of laughter, then shakes his head. “Nah. I’m gonna collect my rewards.” I quirk an eyebrow. “You’re going to what?” He hops to his feet, grabs ahold of my body, and in one strong and very impressive maneuver, slings my roped-up, bound-up self over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I shout out in protest, playing my role as the unwilling victim, while he carries me back to the house. His answer to my feeble cries is a few swift smacks to my ass and another bout of mocking laughter.
