I heard a click that I assumed must be the microphone being turned off. Faintly, I heard what sounded like a second voice… a male one. A two-way con...ersation ensued, but I could not make out what they were saying. Suddenly I felt the cuff on my right ankle being pushed upward, and a second, very hard and cold cuff put on beneath it. I didn’t know it, but this was the ankle cuff that was welded to the steel chain I had seen laying on the floor in one corner of the cell. The male voice was one of. His smile at her made her skin crawl, his eyes lingering down to her ample cleavage, she blushed.After several more gin and lemonades, she excused herself, said she wasnt feeling well and that she would meet Paul back at the apartment. Making her way into the still warm night, her head spinning with the booze, reaching for the door handle, she was shocked to find the door unlocked."Dam Paul" she cursed.Her co-ordination was off, she reached for the light switch but missed, so she decided to. She obviously cared about herself, proven by the makeup and hair style – a short cropped bob. And I noticed she wore a nice tight fitted dress, very flared and finished just below her knees. “As I was saying, Ken” (bringing me out of my analysis) “this is all very new to me but I have heard a lot about you – all good you’ll be pleased to hear – and, I thought it was time to try something new before drying up and dying. I have never been measured by a man – is there any different or special way”. You carry on our conversation but with every moment that passes you show a little more skin, my attention becomes a little more focused with every small inch.You finally stop and tell me “if you want to see more then you’re going to have to show a little.” Not wanting to let myself down or you for the matter I take off my shirt. In return your shoes are kicked off and questions start popping up like “what’s next”, “when do the guys get back” and “are you ready for this”. The only think that I.