Belinda tugged on her wrists, but the cold, unyielding metal cuffs had her pinned to the corners of the bed. She could hear them move away from her ar...s, but the bed sank down at her feet. She knew what was next and that is what she feared more.Michael grabbed one leg, John the other. It was almost like a Thanksgiving turkey wishbone, each of them grabbing a leg and spreading it. The bed was big so her legs spread wide, her skirt tearing along the seam when it couldn’t stand the strain any. And Yes, I now also believed that Nikki has been completely faithful to me from the time of her fall nine years ago to this day. If I didn't believe either one of those two things ... well, I explained that didn't I.What still troubled me was; although I understand that college kids do some really stupid things, especially those in difficult circumstances, knowing Nikki of today as well as I do, a respectful and dignified, wife and mother with good morals I find it difficult to believe she. I got lost in the drawing. A family. I couldn’t wait to transfer what I was drawing to a canvas. Cultures and races were lost in the simple and universal picture of a family. As I sketched, I memorized. The softened line of his jaw beneath a little extra weight and slightly puffy eyes that nonetheless looked with love on his wife and child. Her exposed breast and the baby’s sucking cheeks. The pattern of her sari. The dot in the middle of her forehead and her dark, sparkling eyes.I wasn’t. " He rolled his eyes."I'll have to check this out." Catch you later."Every office has an "Olivia" - a sexy young woman who knows her appeal and enjoys flaunting it. On my first job, she was a Yugoslavian bombshell whom we nicknamed "the Adriatic Coast" for her mountainous cliffs. In another office, she was a West Indian honey so black she was almost blue, who had the most kissable face imaginable and a body clearly designed to incite lust at first sight. At my previous place of employment, the.