Reaching under my shirt he pulled it off. I grabbed the bottom of his and it quickly joined mine on the floor. His hands rubbed down my thighs and cup...ed my butt. Lifting me up, sat up and set me down on his lap. His lips never stopped kissing me. He moved down to my neck, kissing it all over, making sure not to leave a single inch untouched. His hand felt their way up my back until they reached my bra clasp. Took a little effort but he got it off quickly and it fell to the floor. Leaning back. I still have the scar from a busted lip from falling down the stairs when I was 9, and the cut on my left ring finger from picking up broken glass and getting cut when I was seven.I cannot help but wonder if Loki isn’t the one in charge of running my life. This is just the kind of “joke” I can imagine him pulling on some poor soul, (me in this case). “Hey, this guy wants to have a do-over. Well, I can do that. I’ll just put him in a young woman’s body, in an alternate timeline, with a few. He could tell my tension and apprehension, and seemed ok with taking it slow. When he asked did I want to come back with him, I agreed, less nervous now. I followed him back to his house, where we continued to drink some, and 2 bottles of wine later I was flying loose. He took me upstairs, undressing on the way, and he slipped into bed naked and then asked me to undress in front of him. I started slowly, unbuttoning my shirt, showing my fairly muscular chest, with a little extra padding on. "James's two captors strutted off. The man approached James who was still attempting to free himself from his bonds. "I can't free you," the man said. "I have to take you below." Unable to reply, James could do little more than shrug resignedly. The man cut through the tape around James' knees and ankles and helped him to his feet. "This way, please," he said, with a politeness that James found disturbing.The way led down a short spiral staircase to a corridor with three heavy looking wooden.