It took her only a split second to pull the phone cord from the wall and bind his hands to two of the beds four corner posts. ‘What the…’ he st...rted. finding himself bound to the bed in the blink of an eye, wondering how it happened. ‘I’m sorry Gabriel. But I can’t have you following me any more.’ she explained, leaning down to kiss his forehead tenderly. ‘House keeping will be up in a couple of hours to set you free. I’m begging you Gabriel with everything I have in my heart… Please stay away. Awful!The Yankees were limping a little, too, having dropped two out of three to Toronto before coming in for our series. But even that was good enough to set up the series with the two teams in a flat-footed tie.I don't think very many players will admit it, but there's something about those damned Yankees that is really intimidating. I mean, sometimes they've just got overwhelming talent on their side, and there's nothing anybody can do. But even in their "off" years, when they have to. I have no idea what the original author intended, butI made an attempt to finish it after completely ingesting the wholething many times over the years and picking -- what I felt -- was anappropriate ending based on the overall story arc.Author's Note:If this tribute offends anyone, or the original author, I apologize inadvance.Chapter One: DriftwoodIt was a slow day in Felicia Lupescu's curiosity shop, The Relic, ahumble little shop nestled right in the middle of the town of Tyson'sCove.. Gently, I sucked her breast into my mouth, while running my tongue around her nipple. When I had sucked as much as I could into my mouth, I started flicking her nipple with my mouth. She responded with a low animal growl. At the same time, my right hand had made its was to her left breast, cupping and squeezing it gently (after all, I didn't want it to get lonely).I then switched over and repeated the same process to her right breast."Godddddddddd" she says, in a low growl.I then kissed my way.