"You're okay. I just don't feel like talking right now. Let's justenjoy the concert."He continued to stand close to Tim, shifting his position any t...me hetried to casually create distance. A nervous pull on his mask made tolook like a scratch of the chin did little to calm him down. It wasapparent his boss had lost his patience when he palmed his padded rear."Mr. Babcock! Keep your hands to yourself!" Darlin', I'm not sure if we've met before tonight but I do not remembergiving you my last. ” He grinned playfully, she smiled back. She leaned in towards him, waiting to see his next move. He moved closer to her, so that their bodies touched. Gosh, she was cold! She was trembling, and he soothingly massaged her shoulders alternately with his tied hands. The cord made it extremely hard to do this how he wanted to, but he would manage. The opportunity had seemed too perfect, now he realized if he wanted to seize it he would have to do it handicapped. He paused, “Still cold?” She. Dexter walked into the modular building. There were three women standing at the hostess station. One of the women smiled at him and said, “Hello. My name is Susan. Welcome to The Great Texas Steakhouse.”“Thank you ... uh ... Susan,” Dexter said rather surprised by the greeting.“What is your name?” Susan asked.“Dexter.”She typed his name into a handheld device.While she worked, she said, “Please pardon the appearance of our facilities, Dexter. We’re in the process of expanding the waiting area.. "Thank you, Walter", she now whispered. "Thank you for being there with me, for believing me."She grabbed the pillow, stood and walked out of the bedroom. The door slammed shut like the most definite sound I ever heard.A stunned minute later I followed her to the spare bedroom. The door was locked. I knocked. I begged. She did not answer.It was the third night in a row that I did not sleep.The next morning she wasn't up to wake the children while I made breakfast. The bedroom was still locked..