Meri aim koi sardar ko doondni dhi.Garden jane ki ek bahana dhi.Car me gaye.Udhar thode gume.Lekin koi sardar ko nahi dhekhi.Mem udhas hui.Wapas aathe...time car ki kidki bahar dekhti rahi koi mile nahi.Next day lulu mall me gaye .Udhar fi doondi.Nahi dhekhi.Garment section me gayi tho ek sardar ko dekhi.Lekin wo beevi ke sath dhe.Mene husband ko puchi idher fi sardar lok hai kya.Husband ne bola”sardar idhar bahuth hai.Hamare flat ke aage ek beech hai.Usu area me bahuth aathe.”Mem : beech hai. Swinging was a closed world, even in the fantasy make-believe of The Hub. You had to belong, had to be part of the scene, had to be invited, and had to be a couple. No room for singletons in the Swinging Scene. No turning up, paying your fee and diving into the orgy pool, or wiggling your rump at drive-up and drive-away dogging events. And it just seemed possible that Bill might have the access codes that unlocked those curtained windows and shuttered doors. Which is how she found herself. "Now stand up so that I may fetter your wrists. You should be pleasedthat I am not putting foot fetters on you for now."Prissy stood as best she was able. Madame locked steel manacles withthin chains that ran up under her dress to 'D' rings on her corset andclosed the padlocks. Her arm movement was thusly restricted to hersides.After a glance with a smile at a hidden camera in a bookcase across theroom, she continued, "Okay, Prissy, please walk to the other chair andsit down," commanded. I don’t remember falling asleep, but sometime later a noise close by roused me. I sat up and saw a tractor on the track with a trailer full of straw behind. Sitting on the tractor was a man, a black man, smiling gently at me, a twinkle in his eyes.“‘Tis a lovely day to be sleeping, I don’t want to disturb you but I thought it good to check you are all right”.“Actually I’ve twisted my ankle and my husband has gone to drive our car to the lane end”“It’s quite a way to the lane, would you like me.