”I didn’t have much time and ran to the door to open it. I then grabbed my handcuffs and handcuffed my one hand to the headboard. I put my cellpho...e next to me, so they could see that it was right there. I made sure that I had the fire department and the police department programmed into my phone.I then just waited for them to come. I was so fucking excited and could feel my pussy wet in my panties. I hoped they’d send at least two men. I hadn’t had sex since last week with the police. Which, given his life thus far, shouldn’t be very long. There is one other chair, a wide armchair like his own, covered in a coarse throw. No one has ever sat in it, not since he’s been here. It’s a ghost chair. He can’t make up his mind if he wishes someone would visit, to cut through the tight wrapping of loneliness that chokes him on some winter days. Or whether he’s glad no-one ever comes, either because he doesn’t want even the mildest of intrusions, or simply couldn’t cope with one. He. A pot of my favourite Columbian mountain coffee and a glass of Black Renault was on the low table by the sofa, and Helen was dressed in the same yellow summer dress, but now it was washed and freshly ironed. She looked so beautiful that I got a little lump in my throat. Her long, ash blonde hair was brushed to a shiny glimmer, hanging down below her shoulders, and her diamond blue eyes beneath her dark, full eyebrows were sparkling with... with what? I don't know. But at that moment I should. There was this calming peace that enveloped me while I was sitting there.“Barnim? Hello Barnim. BARNIM, are you ok?”“Sorry. I just got lost in thought.”“What was so interesting? You kind of zoned out.”“I thought you could read my mind.”“I stopped after earlier Barnim as I didn’t want to intrude unless offered.”I blushed again from embarrassment for staring into her eyes but relieved that she wasn’t reading my mind like earlier. Through all this I still only had an inkling of what was going.