I placed mybunny girl ears on my head; I could already feel a strange sense ofhumiliation already.I had everything in place and on schedule - I was ex...ected to work till7, so I now had over an hour to remain cuffed and have my littleadventure. I put my arms behind my back and started to close the cuffs.I could feel them tighten as they ratcheted closed and I used thelittle key to click the safety on so they didn't tighten anymore. Istood there for a minute, feeling the nylon tight on my legs. It wasn’t quite a dump, but it was not luxurious either. I did not consider myself as ‘living’ in Sandy Springs, I only slept there. It seemed that, nowadays, I ‘lived’ at work, and work was much more enjoyable these days, although less lucrative, than it had been for over a decade before. And now my work had required me to travel to the Twin Cities, and I was taking a short break to see where Granddad was buried before returning to my hotel. I was flying out of MSP in the morning, but it was. Her husband, Albert or ‘Big Al’ as the neighbors called him, was a real nice guy, and pleasant to look at. He stood around six foot one, had wavy jet-black hair and a nice build. As soon as Al complimented me on my looks, Teresa was all over him and acting as though I were a danger to their happy little marriage. I would soon find out why Teresa was such a bitch. The walls to this duplex were pretty thin as I could faintly hear those two yelling at each other on bad nights, or making love. .."He looked slowly around the table. Was he really considering picking someone else? But everyone else at the table was grinning at her. Kim, her supposed best friend, started softly chanting her name. Dave and Terry joined in and the three of them started tapping the table as they did so, getting louder and harder until the quarter bounced in its glass."Pat-sy! Pat-sy! Pat-sy! Pat-sy!" Aw, cummon guys! You always pick me!" she whined."Hush!" Keenan cried over the chanting. "Hush! It's my.