Or was it... ?"That's unusual," the good-looking face across the table said to him. "Martinis generally spark the appetite... they do for me, anyway. ...ou sure you feel okay, Steve... ?" Yeah, sure, I'm fine," the younger husband managed with a numbing grin. "Hell, if you want to know the truth, it was that load of dynamite about the party you tossed me a few minutes ago that staggered me. I still can't believe it!"Don softly chuckled, laying down his knife and fork as he watched his martinied. She wore cream saree with green border with a matching green bordered at her arms blouse. Her whole garment wore turmeric stains on it which had run down from her wheatish complexioned face arms navel and feet. This was done by the ladies adorning her with flowers on her plait after smearing turmeric paste on face arms and foot as part of a marriage ritual. Her plait was loaded with jasmine and kanakambara flowers strings and some coming around to the front sideAnd almost hitting the rim of her. Then she noticed something new: a pair of handcuffs. «What would they do with these?» she wondered. Se put her wrist on the handcuff and closed it. They weren't fake, but real police handcuffs. «Where could the key be?».She walked back to the bathroom, remembering seeing a small key there, she tripped with the edge and fell. She managed to hold, but in doing so she heard the handcuffs close again. She was trapped, handcuffed to the towel rail. She stood and searched the. A daybed is centered against a stark white wall and a leather chair fills one corner. “This is nice,” I say. Juliette takes my coat and places it on a hook in the hallway, then moves into the tiny kitchen which is separated from the rest of the room by a bar under which are tucked two steel and bentwood stools. “I’m subletting. The girl has it set up pretty good.” Juliette opens the mini fridge. “Everything is hers?” She brings out one bottle of pale beer and pops the top..