He sprawled himself in my desk chair, his long legs kicked out in front of him as his leaned back in power. ‘What on Earth are you listening to?’...He snorted and then turned to my tablet. ‘It’s beautiful isn’t it.’ I smiled. I slapped his hand away from my tablet to replay Mozart’s Requiem K Lacrimosa. The choral swam around the room and I felt like floating. The swinging of the strings made the room tilt like a boat. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as if to offer prayer. Hands joined. My legs were then pushed open and then tied to the platform and my arms were secured behind me. I was then allowed to drink some water through a straw and the man asked me if I was comfortable. I told him yes and he then stepped off the platform. Once all the men cleared the platform a whirling noise started and the platform started rotating beneath us. Half way through the first rotation the platform started rising and the roof over our heads started opening up. Once we cleared the opening. So I stepped back unknowingly I brushed the person behind. I turned to say Sorry, but when I saw him I wasn’t sorry for what I did. Behind me was this Man in his late 50’s he was tall around 5.10 broadly built and was a slight dark with a thick mustache and also his eyes were red, like those villainy eyes.I smiled and said sorry he said he understands and smiled. If you have traveled by BEST bus they have this rod and I was leaning on to it for support. I must have closed my eyes for a minute,. And true to my thoughts, your impossibly tempting eyes pin me still. “Your stomach’s pretty as the rest of you. But don’t tell me this is the point you start to go shy on me,” the words are darkly seductive, made more so by the last of your toys to be unpacked: a gorgeous harness with fastenings all over. My eyes may betray me in their naiveté, even as the chiffon fabric glides down over me again. It is better to shimmy out a gown than pull it over. Your approval gleams brightly as the setting.