Free Blast From The Past 3 by Faith Winslow

it took me a moment to register it as Stephanie’s huge tits. Her arms were wrapped around me near my shoulders, and Tommy was at my legs. They were lifting me and carrying somewhere.
    My head fell back, and I moaned in pain. I had a terrible, terrible headache—even worse than before—and could barely even think straight. I tried focusing on the ceiling to get my sense back, but it seemed to be moving by me too quickly.
    Suddenly, my carriers stopped carrying me. We came to a halt, and I saw strange lines and contours. Then I felt something cold and hard, and everything around me shifted to neutral. It wasn’t until I heard a slamming noise that I realized I’d been laid down on the back seat of a van.
    The next noises I heard were metal on metal, churning. Then, all the neutral-ness turned to brightness, and I heard a cacophony of other sounds. Birds chirping, vehicles purring, and people talking. I struggled to scream, but all that came out was a heavy breath.
    The voices around me grew louder, and I heard other noises that I couldn’t quite identify. Talking turned to shouting. Shouting turned to fighting. I heard thuds, clonks, and clicks, then…silence again.
    I had no idea what was going on, and was so dizzy, but, nonetheless, I tried my best to sit up, so that I could get a better view and footing. But as soon as I tried, I collapsed—and it was then that I heard another noise.
    The same van door that had been shut only moments earlier opened again—and when I raised up my head, I saw a pair of steely gray eyes and a mop of chestnut hair. I dropped my head back and sighed—and prayed to God that I wasn’t dreaming.
    “She’s over here,” I heard J.R. shout as I felt his strong arms wrap around me. The blackness came again—but this time I did not fear it.
    The next time I opened my eyes, I saw an incredible variety of colors. Bright red, deep purple, sun-kissed yellow, and waxy green. I knew, for sure, that I had to be dreaming… It was as if I was in a jungle of some sort.
    The colors around me slowly started taking shape. Flowers . Yes, I was dreaming—and, yes, I was in a jungle… I had to be— right ? But there was something off about this jungle. The light in it seemed artificial…fake.
    I jolted a little and blinked my eyes. I was just short of pinching myself.
    But when I opened my eyes again, the flowers and artificial light were still there, and I was all the more confused.
    Other things around me were starting to take shape as well. I saw a window, a chair, and a hodgepodge of generic-looking furniture… And, then, I saw a figure hunched over in the corner.
    “J.R.?” I asked—and, just as I asked it, J.R. raised his head from his hands.
    J.R. jumped from his seat and ran over to me. “Trish?” he asked. “Can you hear me?”
    The question seemed moot, but I answered it anyway.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Where am I?”
    “You’re in the hospital,” J.R. responded. “Do you remember what happened?”
    “Barely,” I answered. “I know that Tommy and Stephanie had me locked up somewhere, and I remember them putting me in a van…then seeing you.”
    “Well,” J.R. said, taking my hand into his, “that’s the basics… But there’s a lot more that happened beyond that.”
    “Tell me,” I demanded, though my demand must have sounded not so demanding.
    “I will,” J.R. said. “But let’s give you a little time to recover… The doctors will want to check you out. In fact, I should go tell them you’re awake now.”
    “Okay,” I said, relegating myself to my position.
    As J.R. started to stand, I reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him.
    “Just one question for now though,” I said—and, this time, I must have sounded demanding.
    “All right,” J.R. said, relegating himself to my position.
    “How did you find me?” I asked. “Was it through my cell phone?” I still wanted to know if I’d succeeded in ass-dialing anyone, or if anyone had been wise enough to