Monica let herself be afraid. With her hands cuffed behind her and her eyes blindfolded, she had little choice. One second, she's feeding the cat and trying to figure out what she wants for dinner. The next, she's grabbed from behind and plunged into darkness. Two strong hands grabbed her wrists. She felt cold steel. Monica tried to move her arms and heard the metal links clink behind her. She was helpless. Monica was helpless and afraid. The two hands grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She was pushed back against the kitchen counter. An involuntary "Hey!" escaped her lips. One… 続きを読む

Monica left the room prepared for an average dinner and questionable fun. She returned with gourmet dining in her stomach and lines of Shakespeare floating in her head. With a huff, she flopped on the bed and sighed. Then, she looked at Carl who wore a smile of smug self-contentment. “You’re crazy,” she said with a smile. “I can’t believe you went through all that trouble.” “It was no trouble. And I may be crazy but I can still ‘tell a hawk from a handsaw.’ I know how to please my woman.” Monica laughed. “My, we’re very pleased with our self, aren’t we?” “Yes. Yes, we are.” He walked to the be… 続きを読む