“You look great,” he beamed. She does, he thought, she really does. She had been a slightly awkward, baby faced girl when last he knew her, but in...that girls’ place was a sophisticated, gorgeous grown up woman. The only thing that hadn’t changed were her eyes. Her beautiful golden, honey brown eyes had stayed the same, warm and enchanting, just as he remembered. Jeremy in comparison had changed substantially. He had been short and slightly dumpy as a teenager, but he had grown into his frame. I turned and looked at him searchingly, my face flushed with romantic ardor. Gazing down at me, Paul was incredibly turned on. I was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in my hot blue eyes. Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against mine, and then, slid his arms about my waist, drawing me tightly against his body and kissing me hard. Our tongues dueled as our mouths strained against one another, and I gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing my arms about his strong. Nothing came of it. I slept. Silently, he gathered things. Grabbed laces from old running shoes in the closet and a pair of socks from his hamper.Hardon raging, he tried the door and it opened. Stunned, he checked around. I snored. He steeled his nerves - someone would be bent to his will, his power. Swiftly he prepped a knot to secure his prey. He gingerly placed my wrist in the loop and then gathered my hands together. He managed two loops before I was aware. My scream was cut short. I pulled some bread out of the breadbox, and got some butter from the pantry. The chill in the pantry kept the butter nicely. As a matter of fact, everything I wanted to keep chilled went into the pantry on a shelf by itself. Good way to keep leftovers, really."Say, Carl? Do you remember I asked you to let me go for a couple weeks over Christmas? I have to head to Denver and see my folks. I promised them you know," I reminded him."I remember. Should be no problem. You won't be paid for the time.