It now looked like my dreams of a sinful weekend would go up in smoke. That Friday afternoon, I took my wife and mother-in-law to the airport, Mary t... the bus station and Anne back to her folks' place. I decided to go home and see what can be done. Getting home, I called a couple of buddies to see if they wanted to go out and do some men stuff. Again, luck conspired against me and they all had something or other to do. Finally resigned that I had a boring weekend ahead of me, I decided to. "This is called The Great Escape, you must use team work. But only one of you will win. The one that finds the keys will give them to the other one and they will let the other one lose. The other one spends the night here in the basement bound and alone. I start to wonder what one I want to be. The one freed or the one tied. This is a timed event. If neither one of you finds the keys. You both stay here together. GO!" I roll to my side; the handcuffs are biting into my wrists. I feel Amber roll. Bobby figured out how to turn his pet fetish into a damn profit center, and his being Senator was just icing on the cake for him." Jesus." I said."Anyhow, I'm getting ahead of myself. The way I found out was, well, we always met in hotels or motels; he'd call and tell me the room and I'd go there, knock on the door and he'd let me in. Different hotels every time, he was careful. Anyhow, one night I got there a little early, traffic had been light. So I'm outside the room and I can hear him on. You know I'm there but you don't turn around. I look down and see your open shoes and naked legs. I follow your legs up till the border of your short summer skirt. The soft skin of your legs, the hollow at the back of your knees. I want to feel you and a change of the rail track helps me. The train shakes and now I'm standing against you. You can hardly move in this crowded train, so you keep standing there pressed against this cold steel tube, holding yourself on one of the straps above you..