Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”“Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me ...gain about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ what the fucking hell kind of title is that?! I hate that fucker!”“I liked what the Miami Police named us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie boasted.“That asshole Davenport is getting fucking rich at our expense!” Chuck continued. “The. Come bring your Siren voice and lead me astray. Come here and let us incarnate our words into the flesh. Come here for your Muses' inspiration. I long for the moment when--after you have been kissed a thousand times and a thousand times more--you will be as we have again and again. Nude and spread open, playing with yourself. The passage that maps out for you the geography of the g-spot and the chart we will follow when, in bed, by the ocean, on its simple white linen sheets, I will take you on. Black fishnets are tightly banded around the thigh and a pair of patent black shoes, buckled above the ankle, completes the outfit. As I watch, the quick rise and fall of her breasts betray her excitement. I move to the chair, seat myself and Janet can start the ritual that turns her from a bored housewife into a slave slut, only good to do my bidding. A hand with bright red painted nails takes a set of leg irons and locks them around each ankle. There’s a fairly long chain connecting the two. "She had turned bright red. But she didn't argue. This may not have been what she intended. And I imagine that this was all moving pretty fast for her. But I guess she had the same submissive fantasies that I did. And now she was going to be tested just like I had been.The elevator finally came. We stepped in, the doors closed, and we were hidden from the stares of our co-workers for all too brief a time. For some reason though, I still found it so much more humiliating to be dressed this way.