“Are you attracted to me at all ?”, she asked. Once again, the kind of question that I just am not good at answering. “I think your very attrac...ive , Jen. Downright gorgeous.”, I replied, “Why do you ask ?”“Well……. I was just wondering…. You know….most guys after one or two evenings out, they always try to take things further….., she answered. I went on to try and explain to her why I was so guarded around women. No one can understand how someone feels who lost the love of their life at such. Not a single girl complained to Rita, and several were actually bragging.Rita heard these stories all the time and never said a word to anyone so the girls felt they could trust her and invited her to be their chaperone at several of their private parties. She was very careful to ask them to invite me, which they did at first. But one of the black football players got very infatuated with Rita and didn't want me around (not that we knew this at first). We just thought that I cramped their party. I looked across at her and saw an evil smile on her face that I will never forget. It was the last thing I saw before passing out.When I awoke again, I don't know how much later, I was naked and securely chained by my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. My struggles against my bonds got her attention."Ah, awake at last," she said. "I was beginning to think you'd miss the main event." As she said this, she held up a shiny metal belt with some kind of device attached to it. Reading. Lonnie and Megan Becker lived on the south east side of town on Garner Drive in a modest but very nice home, less than fifteen miles from his budding research company, and Megan was an interior decorator. They had a good life with Megan working out of their home most of the time as a consultant for local contractors. With the building boom long past, her schedule had become much less hectic and she welcomed the slower pace. Chapter One Lonnie was late getting home, but that was nothing.