Without even a hesitation I remember Sara looking at me, and smiling."Ok." She said. That's it. Just an "ok". Our eyes met and she said, "When?" I'm o...f the next two days if that works," I told her."My roommate's gone all week, how about tomorrow night?" she asked me.That worked for both of us. Before we could overthink what just happened, Sara left my desk and made her way back to work.That same day I never saw Sara leave the building like I normally do. I wondered if everything was all right. Shortlythereafter her senses would be fixed solely on the pain in her neck causedby her stringently pulled back head. At that moment nothing could hurt worsethan that….nothing was more important….except the silver ballclutched feverishly in the numb fingers of her left hand. Darla had no idea how long she had been bound. It was no longer about her body. She had all the orgasms she was going to have, and the vibrators were nowmerely annoying. She had adapted to a dark, sweaty world. He jaw. "Tell us about yourself," said Winston, obviously trying to relax her.For the next few minutes Marsha gave them a synopsis of her life. Since she chose to leave out Norman, Trent and her current arrangement with Chris, the biography was short." ... So Chris starts classes next week," she finished just as she felt the plane level off. The seat belt sign was turned off and Geena reappeared."We are at cruising altitude. Weather is clear and calm. Should be a smooth flight."Winston nodded and Geena. "As we went out the door, Big Brother was saying, "Mom, let me tell you about the Cojones del Toro..."Toro and I had a simply wonderful time. We had a nice, somewhat messy, dinner at Tony Roma's, window shopped along First Street and really enjoyed being with each other. Several people pointed their finger at him and said, "Toro!" or "Warrior!"We held hands a lot. When we'd stop to look in a store window, Toro would caress my shoulder or my back. Somehow he found a sensitive spot in the small.