"See you tomorrow, maybe?" Umm, maybe," the blonde girl mumbled as she left the supermarket,leaving Janet to sigh heavily. The waver in the girl's voi...e was oneJanet herself had experienced many times- each time when attempting tomask her natural deep voice with a higher pitched, more feminine tone. Itwas a skill she hadn't quite mastered yet, and by the sound of things,nor had the girl. Janet knew why the girl had somehow seemed 'familiar'to her- and also why the girl seemed so interested in. Everything was normal for a year. She used to come to our house and my mom used to go to her house and all the other neighborly gestures.When I was in 4th semester, one day my mom told me dry the clothes on the terrace. I went to terrace and saw Viji aunty drying her clothes. We started talking about my college and stuff. She then invited me to coffee and I agreed. We entered her house and she gave me the TV remote and asked me watch anything I wanted. She went to her room. I tried to find the. Henry motioned me back toward the bed and I took one last wistful look at the table of food. He directed me to the end of the bed and had me stand facing it. He pulled down a heavy cuff from higher up on the bedpost and strapped it to my wrist. He pulled a cord on the opposite sided of the bedpost and my arm was pulled up into the air. He then tied it off and went over to the other bedposts where he did the same to my other arm. In the meantime, Marty had pulled out a cuff from behind the base. I take a chilled glass of wine to calm my nerves and then….a knock on the door.You enter…..A well dressed wonderfully smelling strong man enters the room – hungry eyes ravaging me already – my breast heaves in anticipation. We don’t speak – we are here for one thing – pleasure and release – lust and liberation. He takes a few strides towards me – I have poured him a glass of wine and hand it to him. He takes it – sipping it while intensely staring at me with dark beautiful eyes – making me wet.