I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to some kind of bedposts, p...rhaps.Pinned down onto my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice whispered in my ear I should enjoy the moment, because it was only the beginning…I felt hazy and I moaned again, asking where I was.But all I got in response was a soft laugh. I felt him lean over me. As soon as the clock struck six I was relieved that my day was finally over.I hurried out of the building and headed onto the streets. I was glad that the weather had finally warmed up as winter felt like it lingered around longer than usual. I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and took the long route to the subway station to go home.When I got underground I found taking the long route wasn't such a good idea; the station platform was packed like a can of sardines. Fortunately I was. They could think through and discuss every angle, every detail, and every problem. ‘Have we met somewhere before?’ Carlie asked. Everyone had finished dinner and was hanging out by the pool. She had noticed Marc looking at her. Carlie was the last member of the group to arrive. She owned a small but very profitable company that did things in the background to help other companies succeed. ‘I’ve been looking at you because you’re gorgeous.’ He smiled and hoped he did not sound like a sexist. That morning's argument was set off by the discovery of his Viagraprescription. He'd confessed to needing it because he was involved withnot just one other woman, but with two! What the hell was wrong withFrank? To want so much sex couldn't be normal, could it?Coming to a decision, she rinsed the now empty tea cup, saucer and spoonand placed them in the dishwasher. She needed advice. She needed asolution. And the only person she could think of that might have onewas her older sister.***.