"You know, this just popped into my head, but—what will the sleeping arrangements be when we visit your parents?" He was curious to know if they'd h...ve separate rooms or not. That might affect his plans. "Oh, I guess . . . I guess we'll be in the same room." Connie considered the question. "Emily and her husband are coming, and there are only three rooms. Mom wouldn't want anyone sleeping on the couch, you know how she is." Simon chuckled a little at that. Lydia wasn't exactly obsessive about. She laughed and said it would have been insulting if he had not.I felt close to her, enjoyed her company. And could see the curve of her breast under her shirt. When we got to a small park that was a block away from her flat, she suggested we sit down on a bench. As I agreed I had that peculiar hyper-awareness you get when you talk as normal, but know something has changed. Even for us this was intimate in a new way. I joked that if I had played my cards right I could now be with one of the. I gave him an hour and then checked in on him. He was dead to the world. I took the rope I had bought during the week and methodically tied him to the bed. I tightened all the ropes at the end in case he woke up but he was too far under to even stir. I fastened them so snugly that he couldn't possibly free himself. Then I made the phone call.I went down and unlocked the front door and returned to the bedroom to wait for him to wake up. I read a book while I waited. It took another hour."What. I sat down, trying to listen to what she had to say, but I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, and after a few minutes it was becoming difficult to hide my erection from her. I don’t know why I’d never looked at her as more than a friend, but right then I was starting to regret it, and I was feeling terrible for it. The few parts of the conversation that I’d heard had something to do with her fast approaching wedding, and how she felt there were still things she wanted to do before.