’ ‘People are funny about having strangers use their computers. I can’t see how he let me just walk in his house and—’ ‘Listen to me, Tony... Maybe you tell him that the airline lost your laptop or you forgot it home. Whatever? Then you ask him to use his computer to write up some notes about makin’ the repairs on his house or ordering the supplies he needs online or about the suggestions he gives you to score with the broads. Whatever?’ ‘Yeah, okay, that might work. He’d probably allow me access. "I hope I will be over these awful mountains and into the southern plains before too long. This is killing me!" she muttered, as she took food and drink from the saddle bags and saw to the sustenance of herself and her equine companion. Her hands blue and stiff with cold and the fine golden hairs on her body standing out vertically in the intensity of the Arctic chill, she urged the mount forward at a trot and ran behind it, heedless of the damage she was doing to her feet on the razor sharp. "Mathias, I want you to do something for me," she whispers into his ear as he notices the cuffs, ropes, clamps, and toys that she has lain out on his bed. He stammers and sweats, knowing she wants him to take control. "Anything Amy." "I want you to control me and torture me." She slips out of the bright yellow sundress and lays down on his bed, inviting Mathias to start his fantasy. "Come Mathias, tie me up and take me." He stands frozen for a moment before snapping out of his daze and quickly. His arms felt like home around me, strong but gentle. He picked up my bag, grabbed my hand and said “I’ll race you to the car.” He ran off without another word. I stood there smiling before chasing after him. Of course he won the race but only because I didn’t know where I was going. On the car ride to his house it was non-stop laughing and smiling. He always had a tendency to do that to me. I could never keep a straight face around him. We got to his place and he brought me straight to his.