“I do love a challenge, and your challenge is to help me transform into Miss Puzzle, okay?”“Okay, asks the girl with the cute arse who’s askin... me to stick a plug up it.”Lia giggled. “I never said working for me wouldn’t be hard... oh. I didn’t mean–”“I know, Lia, it’s okay. Now, you think of whale song or whatever, and let’s just begin with a gentle back massage, okay?” I said, not waiting for her to answer as I lay my hands on her waist and began to softly rub the small of her back, more. A section of the headboard was removed so that I could frame Laurel from that point of view, her face alone in focus. Her arms, wrist ropes, jutting buttocks and thong-bound ankles were blurred with a shallow depth of field. "Let's see your best damsel eyes, please."Stopping down, I sharpened more and more of the bound blonde's body and limbs. Then I repeated the process from the footboard, careful to shadow Laurel's womanhood as promised while celebrating the creamy curves of her backside.Time. It wasn't the paper on the windows kept them away; it was the paper on their palms once a month.We walked in and it was hardly any brighter inside than out. Just a couple of bare bulbs painted red over the old counter, now the bar, and a few flickering candles in the corners of the big room. The cigarette smoke and leftover turpentine fumes made a sweet-sour stench of a fog in which a few couples were groping each other on the dance floor -- a space about six feet square carved out of the. Chad spiedseveral boxes of doughnuts past the coffee pots and made a beelinestraight for them. He grabbed one and a napkin and was eating it beforehe even grabbed a cup for his coffee. Mmmm! So good! Heaven!"I told you they were good," Robin said, noticing the look of joy on hisface."You have no idea!" he replied. He certainly wasn't going to tell herthat he had eaten nothing but baby food for the last three days. Hefinished his doughnut before he even tried to pour himself some coffee..