The last think Kevin could remember was having that fourth glass of wine. He'd been apprehensive about telling Hailey about his foot fetish. Even more...o about his desire for smelling stinky feet. What had he told her in his drunken stupor before blacking out? While trying to remember the events of the evening, he began to realize his situation. He was in a hogtie, strapped to a strange table. His wrists were together behind him, crossed. His ankles, too, were crossed and tied. Wrists and ankles. There was a single bedroom, a tiny bathroom, a kitchen and a lounge/dining room but what she really loved was the small terrace with the view of the sea (and the most comfortable seats!). This cottage was where she awoke every morning to the cries of the seagulls and the sounds of the waves…perfect. Well, almost perfect. Since she had left home so suddenly she had only been able to send a quick e-mail to Rob, her American ‘friend’, and with the phone signal so terrible she hadn’t been able to. "As we walked to the car, I wondered who the 'we' are that she referred to: a husband and children, perhaps? I opened the front pass­enger door for her and she looked at me and smiled as she slid onto the seat."When was the last time you used your card?" I asked as we pulled out of the car park and I pushed my ticket into the slot to raise the barrier."It must have been Monday evening, at that same machine; I pass it on my way to the bus stop." And is it due for renewal: sometimes on old cards. Ice sounded good. I needed to sit down, which is why I was grateful to find the passenger door unlocked. I climbed up into the seat and leaned back, noticing more pain when I blinked my right eye. I think it was the tight sensation under my skin that finally provoked me to pull down the visor in front of me and look in the mirror.I guess it was fair to say I didn't like what I saw, and my hand instinctively moved to my face, just over the right corner of my eyebrow where my skin had turned an.