He pulled at the handle but the door would not budge. He pounded his fists on the shattered glass, it barely buckled. His body felt so incredibly weak... “Honey, its daddy!” he shouted through tears and sobs. “Open your eyes Jenny…please!” But she did not. He turned towards the embankment and up to the break in the guardrail. Lights of every sort now beamed and flashed from behind the gap: emergency strobes, floodlights, the amber shimmer of open flame. “Somebody,” he shouted with all the. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the living room, there was a small dining room. A crystal chandelier hung over a large antique table surrounded by six straight-backed chairs. Peter trailed a line in the dust on the table as he passed. He smelled cooking coming from the kitchen at the back of the house and thought he heard someone moving around back there, the sounds of pots. It had cuffs for her ankles and ropes to tie them. There was a heavy blindfold and handcuffs at the head of the bed. She and Doug had played this game before with just the two of them and she had practiced putting the cuffs on her ankles and pulling on the ropes till she was spread as wide as she could be. Doug had rigged a system where she could tie the rope and secure her legs. Dear Katy,As you can see the room is set up like we have set it up in the past when you and I played the game of. I thought it would be nice to get her a new outfit so we went to some specialty shops to find her new costume.After a drive we found a middle eastern shop with all sorts of dancing stuff. We walked in it was a little dark and dingy but smelled a little like cigars. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about belly dancing outfits and he lit.