This time he askedwhat I wanted. I ordered a Guinness. It was the manliest stuff Icould think of short of switching to scotch.While I waited I did a...little damage control on my makeup. It was amiracle the stuff wasn't running in streaks down my face, the way Ifelt I must be sweating. My mirror allowed for another secretive checkfor Jeff. No sign of him but I knew my stalker was lurking somewhere. I had to find the bastard--had to know where he was--had to make surehe was here, getting all. I'll justdie if I don't. Please? I promise I'll do anything. I'll practically be your slave. Please?"Alison laughed. She couldn't resist teasing the haplessly ensnaredsissy. "Oh so you promise to be my slave, huh? What about Kurt? Willyou promise to be his slave, too?"Jeff clapped his pretty hands together. "Oh yes yes yes. I promise.I'll be both your slaves. Just please let me have this outfit."The saleswoman who'd been watching the exchange and who'd helped Jefftry on the shoes and dress. ............................................................................Dear Nicholas,Thank you for that short (but not very informative!) note, following our chat at the choral concert. Yes, supper at 'The Air Raid Shelter' sounds fun. Shall I wear my tin hat and do you suppose Dame Vera Lynn will be signing for the diners? To 'break the ice' as you put it: I am now a committed singleton, after two disastrous engagements, one to a control freak and the other to a two-timing (multi-timing,. He reached into the box and pulled out two sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. “put your arms behind your back.”She did so, and he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. Then he kneeled and placed another set of cuffs on her ankles.“now get on your knees,” he told her.She suddenly realized that it would be nearly impossible to get down on her knees without falling with her wrists and ankles shackled. With a bit of gyrating, she managed to get on her knees without falling.She looked up at him and.