She fished her mobile out of her handbag and called home. She heard the riff of the Beatles 'Birthday' and her heart sunk for a moment. "Hey darl, ...ow are you?" Marcus said. "Up the shit." "Why, what's going on?" "Missed the bloody train." The music stopped in the background. "Bloody hell," Marcus said "I won't be home until after ten." "That sucks." "Tell me about it," Sharon leant forward in a despondent slouch. "And it's as windy as all fuck and pissing down rain.". The girl had her legs spread wide as she sat on a chair. Kelly looked at her face and saw she looked beautiful but tired. “Chris Collins, have you been a bad girl?” Kelly asked.Chris grinned and said, “No, I was actually pretty good. At least Bill said I was. Kelly, you couldn’t have been more right. I never did have an orgasm before I met you. Now ... last night ... I must have cum over a dozen times.”She smiled at Kelly and said, “Would you do me a favor? Please never mention that. She fought ineffectually. He moved the small loop onto her wrist and then tightened it. She persistently tried to resist but he easily overpowered her. Santiago pulled her legs back and tied the ankles together. He then pulled the legs to where the wrists were restrained and linked them together. Candice shouted at him with her damaged voice. Her wrists and ankles were now tightly secured. They were held in such a way that her legs could not close.Everything happened so fast. Santiago stood. He slithered off the sofaand disappeared into his room shutting the door, not slamming it. The windhad been blown out her sails completely by the uncharacteristic behaviourand return of Kevin. Accepting that right now, Kevin was home, she wentupstairs to the airing cupboard, selected some of his old pyjamas andafter knocking on his door, handed them to the wretched looking youth witha good night said in a nice way.Sitting in the kitchen, glass of wine in hand she was alone with herthoughts...or.