She listened to her iPod, listened to a bit of Disturbed, a bit of NIN. Kristin was dressed in a pair of snug fitting jeans, and an invitingly tight b...ouse. Her curves were perfect, and although she would not admit it, they were a renaissance artists dream of the perfect figure. Not full… not in the least. A slender waist accentuated by perfectly arched back, gorgeous hips and indulgent breasts that were not afraid of a little light. This month her hair had a rusty hue, and her eyes were all. "Ladies and gentlemen, lets give a round for Mr. B..." A man said asBeetlejuice jumped out on stage and froze him with a wave of the hand."Don't say the B word." "Winston, what are we doing here?" Peter asked as the Ghost Bustersarrived when Beetlejuice started his concert."According to this poster, a ghost is performing on these very steps,"Winston replied."Think," Ray said. "No more kid parties. We'll be famous again." You want to be famous, huh?" Beetlejuice zapped the Ghost Busters intohis. With most blindfolds you could at least perceive some light around the outer edges. With these there was none at all. I groped for the handcuffs in my lap and closed one side on my left wrist. This was the scariest part. I put my left arm behind my back and fumbling, managed to ratchet the right cuff to my other wrist. I was completely vulnerable now. In total darkness. Now I wait. I was so weary of this. Here I was kneeling in darkness my nipples in agony. Handcuffed on my knees, my. There had been an few women, but no one special till I met Sarah two years ago and now we were living together. The old attraction had never really died down; it was always there bubbling away under the surface, something unspoken, something that passed between us in risque comments and illicit glances. I never really knew whether Steve or Sarah knew about it or not; sometimes I think they suspected, but they never really made their suspicions known. It was all harmless enough. And then you.