Before long they were regularly looking for the other almost on a daily basis. Pictures had been exchanged and she had even, a couple of times, called...him on the phone.During all this time there was never and sex by phone nor online, but he did tease and torment her a lot when they chatted. Every time she would find ways to curtail his attempts but in a light friendly way. At one point he started writing erotic stories and sending them to her. While not really considered pornographic with all. Jean looked down, laughed and said, "Oh screw it."It was silent for a few moments as we all were acutely aware of this fork in the road. Jean had upped the ante. Now it was in our laps.I ran with it. "Don't you think Jean has beautiful tits, Margi?"Margi appeared to be reeling from one emotional blow to another, stunned, not knowing whether to run or stay. She asked Jean, "Doesn't that bother you? Billy looking, I mean?" It woulda a couple of years ago," she answered, mimicking Margi's. Cassie jumped, but slowly she realised that she would now have to go through with it. She had no choice.Cassie unlocked the patio doors, knelt on the floor applied the eye pads and struggling managed to click the handcuffs over her wrists behind her back. She waited.__________________________________________________________________ At 9:00 the patio doors were pulled back slowly and Bill and Pete entered. There was Cassie, kneeling on the floor, hands cuffed and eye-pads in place. She was. I have to tell you that. I can cut them down, but there are no guarantees.’ Val was serious. ‘I understand.’ Cheryl trembled with the mixed emotions now sweeping through her. ‘If we can keep him convinced that we are following his plans, we can keep Bernard and the others away from us. And there could be lots more to learn from this young man, with the right questions.’ She glanced over at the catatonic form in the black uniform. ‘I’m ready to do that. And, I know what you must be worrying.