I took a few steps closer to assure myself of what I saw – he wasn’t there. What the hell! I ran up the steps to the veranda and scowled around th... empty platform. He couldn’t have been joking when he told me to return. It was early in the afternoon. Maybe he was out? Edging closer to the door, I wondered whether or not he may be inside. My fingers brushed the doorknob and I found that turning it was unnecessary, as it was already open. I pushed it open cautiously and crept inside. I stood in a. Later: I am laying back on the bed quite comfortable in my tied up position. The ropes aren’t too tight but now that I have regained full consciousness, they are noticeable. I sigh contentedly as I savour the silky sheets beneath me and await the return of the sexy voiced man who is my keeper for the night. I don’t know how long I have been laying here, but the anticipation is starting to get to me. I can already feel a considerable wet patch between my spread legs and my nipples are hard with. Taxis, tuk-tuks and cars clog up thestreet with the occasional small truck passing by packed full with eitherproduce or people. It's noisy, smelly, lively and exciting. It has anelectricity of its own but if you are looking for a nice quiet time onSamui, Lamai isn't it. I dived into the night market to see what therewas but it was the usual tourist rubbish mixed in with some fabulousstreet food. I treated myself to a small portion of fried cricket as Iwanted a quick snack.I wandered back to. .. I look forward all day to coming home to cook. Oh, by the way, are you a wine drinker. I love good wine. It's the one thing my father taught me ... the pleasures of good vineyard wine." Yes, I like wine," Sarah said. "I'm certainly not a connoisseur, but I think I know good from bad. I don't know how to buy it ... I just know how to drink it."Their laughter seemed to bring them an understanding of each other ... and the pleasure of good company.They set their pattern quickly, within a couple.