"Grab that leg," John said, gesturing at her.

Dex watched as he grabbed her ankle and brought it up, Donna glaring at them in response.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, scowling at one and then the other.

Dex ignored her, grabbing the other ankle and lifting it up, then following John's lead as they pulled both ankles up until they were by her ears. Genuinely impressed, he raised an eyebrow John's way as she saw how incredibly flexible Donna obviously was.

"Pretzel this bitch," John said, moving one ankle behind Donna's head, the other quickly following as Dex pushed it gingerly behind her head.

Grinning happily at...