" I began but she cut me off."Don't worry about it. That's OK. Gladys already told me that everything's fine; I just wanted to hear your voice. Or Jea...'s." We're fine." And then searching for something to say, I asked, "Remember Margi, the Dive Master from last year?" Oh, yes. I remember Margi. I'm sure you do!"It amazed me how my mother could put so much suggestive meaning into her voice.Before I could frame an answer, she went on, "Gladys said that the three of you had gone to listen to CD's. I noticed a pipe running from the end of the building, surprisingly in modern neoprene blue and running away towards the northern end of the island, some-one had piped in water, though from where, well that would take investigating. I wandered on, on up the narrow path. just this one near overgrown path that countless feet had worn away over the years, and that led ever upwards to the observation bunker, I breasted the middle point on this windy island, still only perhaps 100 feet above the. Maybe it would just take a little surprise to get his motor running? A few curious clicks later, and she found herself browsing Bondage. Handcuffs of steel or fur, soft and coarse ropes, gags and blindfolds! She was getting so turned on just scrolling through pages, throwing things into her cart. She giggles as she put in a few things particularly naughty, before something in the SALE section caught her eye. Self-Typing Bondage Rope Simply wrap the rope around an object, put your hands in the. If, in the end, you decide to accept my offer return here at dusk. Come to the front door but remove all your clothes before you ring the bell. Is that understood?”“Yes Miss.”“Now put of the coat and take the bag of supplies with you. Hide yourself well today and maybe I’ll see you at dusk.”I stood up and took the back door key from my pocket, unlocked the door and held it open. She put on the coat and picked up the bag. She walked through the door before turning back to me.“Thank you Miss. I.