By eleven everyone had drunk enough to feel relaxed and uninhibited, I was dancing with a rather dishy woman, kissing her while fondling her boobs whe... Mike called out that it was time for some fun. Reluctantly my partner and I parted and looked towards Mike, grinning he waved a handful of blindfolds, it seemed we were to play a giant game of blind man's bluff, the object of the game being to grope, fondle and otherwise enjoy the bodies of members of the opposite sex. I had no objection to this. An inner voice told me to take the sock out of her mouth, so I could hear her scream, another said that would attract to much attention. I bent over her, stared directly into her beautiful, fear filled eyes and took out the sock. "Please sir don't hurt me!" I heard her beg. The sound of another person being at my mercy was strangly attractive, especially when it's a woman's, and this beautiful girl was absolutly no exception. "Please mister don't hurt me!" she said tears welling in her eyes.. I walked down to the underground parking and soon found my car wasn't back from the 15,000 miles tune up. The garage had promised 'faithfully' to be finished at 5pm that day. What a shocker! Not.I used my cell phone and called the garage and got nothing except the usual voice mailbox. I wondered sometimes if there is a human being left in the world. So it was a terrible day for me, about to lose my job, my damn car didn't get back from the garage and I had to take a taxi, driven by a reject. I would like to attend the Opera in Kansas City and spend the rest of the weekend shopping, is that all right with you?? I stared into her big brown eyes searching for some hint of reasoning for a question like that. This had to be a test; she knows I would rather have a root canal or colonectomy than go to the opera and shopping. We stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity when, thankfully, her youngest daughter interrupted and asked for help. There are dozens of things we both.