" I smiled, and waved as the car pulled away.Inside, the DJ slowed down the music. "This last one ... is for all you lovers out there. So make it last..."I headed for my table, but Sarah intercepted me."Where do you think you're going?" Sharrel left, so I guess I'm going to sit this one out. Or leave. I haven't decided which." No, you're not." I'm not?" You ditched me. The least you can do is offer me this last dance." Fine," I sighed, trying my damnedest not to show her how much I wanted. She looked very hot now.She had checked her watch several times during her makeover but I thought maybe she was waiting for a t.v. programme to start.Maybe x-factor which I know she liked.Then the dooor bell rang.That was strange.Abby literally ran to the hall door.I believe she was checking who it was.I heard her say "Hold on Tommy". She unlocked the door and let in Tommy,our next door neighbours son who was about the same age as Abby.Perhaps he wanted to borrow some sugar or milk I thought. I. I have not informed anyone else, in order to prevent being taken advantage by anyone, including by the subject of my affection.In this hamlet, I was accepted by the locals and known as 'the foreigner, ' as my fluent Italiano had a Napoli accent. When I was in Napoli, my Italiano had a Central Mountain, crude peasant accent. It was a little hard to pinpoint its origin. To give a little further insight, my English in Britain was 'west of Devon' and in the US of A, it was 'Philadelphian snotty. But still, the ropes had completely immobilized her her arms. 'Oh, I nearly forgot,' he exclaimed, 'I have a present for you.' He went off into a corner of the room and returned wheeling a full-length mirror. 'So you can watch yourself,' he said. 'Great!' she exclaimed, 'nothing like being a voyeur of your own body.' But she said it without conviction. Watching herself being tied was beginning to turn her on. She was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the rough rope against her naked flesh. As.