Big Al grabbed the short chain between the handcuffs and brought Debbie's left arm in a wide arc down to her waist and then reached up with his free h...nd and did the same with her right arm. When both hands were together behind her back he snapped the remaining cuff on her right wrist. Accomplishing this he remained pressed against her body and continued to enjoy the feeling of power over another human being. Big Al always enjoyed the feeling but normally it was with drunks, dirt bag criminals. The radio beeped the hour, brining me back to the present. Frowning at my inner thoughts, I pulled my dressing gown around me and made another cup of tea before returning to my laptop to check my emails. Not my ‘real life’ emails; they came to my phone and iPad. No, I wanted to check the new email account I had set up specifically for correspondence under the new online persona I had created for my writing.There were two new messages, both feedback from one of the sites I had chosen to publish. ‘I think that’s all for now. Maybe next time.’ Then she reached down and picked up the lighter. ‘Like I said, I like it hot.’ She flicked the wheel on the lighter and had a flame instantly. She positioned the flame along the bottom row of wicks and lit each one. Even before every candle was burning, wax started to drip down the sides and onto her taut skin. She winced and said, ‘My man knows how to treat me.’ She leaned forward carefully, moving her breasts over the flames. ‘Now that’s hot!’ A. The principal seemed to want up to do less. It was a little strange, but who was I to tell him his job. I didn't have time to do a stake out to catch someone spray painting a school.So as I walked down the hall I looked in and say Simpson. I walked into the detectives office. I could stand not know any longer. I had to ask even if it blew my cover." "So Simpson, what happened at the party?" I asked simply."Sorry Sylvia I've been told not to talk about it," he said."Then told you not to talk to.