" Cindy opened the wrapping and box to find two more bras. A sheer white and a rose colored one. The enclosed note read -'A little something more. F...lipe insisted. The white will go under the lightest color shirts, but if you want sexy add some color to POP. He felt the rose got you into the red family, but not red, 'because Cindy says she doesn't want slutty'. There are jealous women around town wondering who this Cindy is that Felipe has been complimenting. 'Madam you cannot wear that.. Then came the piece de resistance. Kara had begun avoiding me. It tookabout a month before I realised that we hadn't even once sat down todinner together. She would come in late and eat alone in the kitchen. Iwas usually in bed. Curled up and minimally responsive. When I finallyasked her why she avoided me lately she just looked at me sadly and saidit was nothing. Just work. After a fumbled attempt at intimacy one nightshe started crying when I couldn't and she wouldn't. Like a shot of ice-cold. Also, she was naked and bound. Herbrain was still fuzzy from the chemical and she couldn't figure out what thehell was going on. She began to assess her situation. She was definitely naked.She was secured to the wall. Her arms were outstretched with padded, metalbands securing her wrists. Her legs were spread quite wide and her ankles weresimilarly bound to the wall. Bands also secured her neck and her forehead tothe wall. She was completely immobile except for the slight ability to moveher. Yeah I'm bisexual, have been since I was 18. I'm 21 now. Nobody in my life actually knows it though, since they'd never understand. I want to tell them, but how do you walk up to your Dad and tell him that you enjoy having sex with men when he uses the term fag as an insult almost every day. My Mom might be the only one who could understand, but the fact that she'd surely tell my Dad is what keeps me from telling her. My Brother and I hardly even talk, so he's definitely not someone I'd be.