Her shrieks of terrorwere quickly muffled by a large white cotton handkerchief that was shoved betweenher sensuous lips and held in place by a gray pi...ce of duct tape that was roughlyslapped over her mouth. Stubby pushed her into the back seat and began to tieher arms and hands together with some thin cotton rope that was lying in thefloorboard of the car. He then wound numerous strands of rope around her anklesand tied a short length between her ankles and wrists. Although her hands weretied. ) The package on my lap was kind of heavy so I guess it might be a dress. I opened the envelope and pulled out the evening's directives. He likes to be dramatic about it, using ivory vellum cards and a fountain pen, as if writing invitations to a wedding instead of commands for me. I was glad to read the enclosed message, his only requirements were for me to put on whatever was in the box and be ready to leave in an hour. I already knew I was required to take a bath first. Showers were not. I peeked over the fender and scanned the parking lot, hoping to see someone I knew. No luck. I slid back down into hiding and resumed my ministrations, working first one, then two fingers, into my steaming hole. The car next to mine clicked loudly as the owner unlocked it remotely. I prayed for the owner to be a woman but karma was against me. I popped up so just my eyes were above the fender and tried to identify the owner. My luck was getting worse by the minute. Two college-age boys. I decide to wait a moment or two and see if he comes out but he doesn’t. The automatic shower cuts off.Year ago, sailors would tell stories of men lured to their doom by sirens of the sea, mermaids. This boy’s no mermaid but the thought goes through my head that he is luring me to my doom just the same. And just like those bewitched sailors could not resist the siren’s call, I can’t resist the temptation now – and I go into the men’s toilet.He’s still standing at the urinal, his hands in front.