As she sat on the counter I thought of the many times she sat there in her tight blue jeans in front of her Mom and me...I always wanted her even back...then..."Maybe?" in the future I hoped I could get the both of them, but for now, It was just my goddess and me....Amanda wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and I dropped to my knees to show her how much I loved her....big time...She spead her soft legs so sexily that I could barely contain myself...but I played "The Man", and did what I. “Hey Isaac, is something wrong?”“Yea, steffanie went to her room and hasn’t come back yet, I just want to make sure we don’t leave without her.”“Yea don’t worry, we do a head count before we leave, now go ahead and load up. Ill keep an eye out for her” He says walking me toward my busI reluctantly head onto the ramp that takes me up onto the bus. The bus driver huffs and puffs as he finishes strapping me down and heads back to the driver seat of the bus. I keep a close eye out of the window to. ’ I said self-assured. He walked towards the inner living room seeing the glass-serving tray with the wine flutes chilled perfectly. His eyes seemed to be in sensory overload but he stopped short when his eyes fell upon an old rocker chair. ‘What? I mean where? Is this for real?’ His voice was cracking. He walked closer rubbing the finish it was the exact chair he had remembered so fondly. He should have remembered it was the chair he lost his virginity in. Shirley was on his mind her scent,. So imagine the time that it would take - to get the ropes so artistically over and around you body -- think about being blind folded and my hands and the rope as they together move over your body -- the rope staying there -- you feel the pressure of it -- little by little you can relax your body - and still you will not move -- the rope bind you -- till you are completely tied -- it is a peace of living art - you are that art -- now like any other artist I would want to admire my art. Do you.