"How'd you know?" she asked.

"My escapee is Chip. I stopped him from feeling her up in the middle of the dance floor tonight. He mouthed off and I thought I had stomped on him sufficiently," I replied quietly. "Since I am out here looking for him, I obviously failed miserably."

"I'll spank you for your failure later," chuckled Lisa quietly. "Let's find them and make them regret they were born for dragging us out of bed like this. Chris Hemsworth and I were having such a wonderful time in my dream..."

"Any ideas where to look?" I asked, at a loss. I was also determined to ignore thoughts of...