Now..." and they began discussion of work.Stan was a little surprised by Denise's first words when they met later that afternoon."I've just booked my ...oliday!" she said, obviously excited."There was me thinking you'd ask about my dance lesson!" he teased."Oh! Sorry. I forgot, actually. Over the 'net this lunchtime I managed to book a fortnight in Ibiza, starting this Thursday, and I can't wait," she said in a rush. "But tell me about the lesson. How are Yves and Belinda?"Stan told her they were. Then all I had to do was pull the key out by the ribbon I had tied onto it and free myself. In less than a moment, the key was in my hand. I wrapped the ribbon around my fingers so that I wouldn't drop it. I shuddered at the thought of dropping the key right now! I gripped it with my thumb and forefinger, then jabbed it at the lock. What?! Because I had cuffed my wrists around the spindle, which was about an inch thick, I had caused the chain to shorten when I tried to reach the opposite cuff.. Are you afraidyour daughter would lie to you about it, or what?" She looked at him, then said, "You can put your own clothes onagain, but leave the panties on. I will talk to her and if you aretrying to take advantage of her you will be one sorry duck when Iget through with you." He got the clothes off and watched her walk away carrying hisunder shorts. He got his other clothes back on and returned to thedining area. Darla's mother told him to get out of her sight, andhe didn't need to be. As opposed to the watery beers and cheap alcohol that everyone else was swigging, he had brought a personal six-pack of my favorite dark ale. He was tall. He had big hands, his jaw was sculpted and his arms were taunt. Bingo. I dont want to give the impression that Im easy or a slut. Honestly, Ive never been like this. I prefer to go out in simple clothes and walk around under the radar without makeup or revealing myself. Its just that lately Ive had this… hunger I guess. When I walk around.