" for an answer. When wehad the necessary privacy to cuddle a bit, she wanted to encourage me toshare the utmost intimate with her.One time she admitt...d had a soft spot for bonds, a very special kind atthat: it needed to be steel handcuffs, clasping her wrists close enoughto hurt a little when she moved. She told me about everything they meantto her, her eyes still closed, her left hand slowly gliding down hermeanwhile unzipped jeans. After her story she just lay there, herclothes drenched in. Perhaps she shouldn't be calling, after all. Maybe she ought to hang up. Perhaps she'd say he was out, or he wouldn't even remember her name. She'd given her maiden name as well as her married name, but eleven years was a long time. It was even more than eleven years, Fran reminded herself, even though she preferred to shorten it to eleven in her own mind. Just as she was on the verge of hanging up, a voice broke into the monotony of the "hold" line."Fran, darling! Is that you... is it really. He usually didn't stay as he had to get back to his place because of Buxton his three year old LabradorOne night he bought Henry back to my flat, he really wasn't my type, Tim had bought a take away in and instructed me to be a really good girl for Henry, and what ever he wanted I was to obey,I served the take away as I sat at the table Henry asked Tim so she will do anything you ask Tim replied yesHenry laughed I need a pee she can hold it for me , I showed him the way I undid his fly and move. After ringing and ringing, it went to voicemail, so I left her a message to call.My nose kept wanting to bleed and so I went into the bedroom to lie down and the next thing that I knew, I was waking up to the sunshine streaming through the window. I looked over at Marissa’s side of the bed and saw that it hadn’t been slept in. “What the fuck?” I muttered.I realized that I was still dressed and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She must have gone to bed in the spare room to not.