"When she returned, Jamie was putting the Crème Brûlée he had prepared in the oven. "Okay, that's in now, depending on this oven, it should be read... in about forty-five minutes."Charlotte took his hand and led him to the sofa. "Forty-five minutes, you say. I can think of something to do for forty-five minutes."She kissed him tenderly then stepped back, turned around, "Unzip me." she hissed seductively.He slowly moved the zip down allowed her dress to fall and pool around her feet. Now only. "Chloe nodded, she had been the one who really wanted to do more than clean her up. Yvonne looked at me and ran her hand over me, down until she stroked me. I was still rock solid."You still need relief."I nodded. She took my hand and got up. Chloe and I stood up and Yvonne led us to the bed. Yvonne lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide. She was glistening, red and swollen with her need. "You don't have to hold back with me, darling. Savannah will need a gentle touch at first."I nodded. With a sharp jolt, I realise I am tied down to what seems like a four poster bed, my arms and legs spread. ‘At least I still have my clothes on,’ I think to myself, feeling my flowy but revealing red silk dress still clinging to my womanly curves. My breathing hitches and my heart starts pounding in my chest as I try to remember back to where I was and what I was doing before this. I remember my friend’s birthday party being tonight… well at least I think it’s still tonight? I also remember. Scraps of boards, nails. Some artists use brushes or chisels. Me, I got a hammer. It's hard to say exactly what I'm making, or if it'll ever be finished. I have my doubts. Its purpose is pretty obvious. When I'm about to boil, I come down here and blow off steam. The therapeutic value of banging nails with a hammer. I envision the day when I stand back and see it as complete, and then I'll haul it up and mount it out in the yard. Already I've given it a title. "My Anger, Dispelled." Of course.