Mary-Jo, shocked at being spoken to like a dog in her own home, sat.Boris touched the right arm of his track suit top and, as if by magic, a polished ...ooden truncheon slid into his hand. Without hesitation he tapped the side of Elmer's head. The young man staggered and fell to his knees in front of Boris. The older man unzipped his sports bag and took out a pair of old-fashioned metal handcuffs. He stripped off Elmer's t-shirt and fastened the young man's hands behind his back. Without a pause. He turned back towards her, condom still in hand."Hey uh..." What?" she asked sleepily."Oh um..." He felt suddenly sheepish. "I was wondering if I could uh, pour my cum on your face? Or you could drink it?"She sat bolt upright, looking at him in shock.He cringed. "Of course not, I mean... or I could pour it on your tits? Sorry, I mean um... boobies?" She found tits demeaning."What. The. Fuck?" she said, eyes blazing with anger. "Kristian... have you been watching porn?" I mean... not as much. You walk away, I'm in despair,You show no mercy, show no care.But then you turn, and with gloved handYou beckon me, and so I standAnd follow you into the darkAnd into something cold and stark.++++++A bed, a room with little light.You blindfold me. Deprived of sightI'm trussed and tied onto the bed.You're wordless, and with nothing said,I wonder what the night will bring,To pay me back for lust's cruel sting.But nimble fingers now undressMy body, and your deft caressArouses me. I'm yours, I. But no, that's ridiculous, I decide. I head back to the sewing room tostart on my homework (circle skirts!).* * *But of course there's a mirror in the sewing room. And of course Iglance at it constantly as I'm sewing. And every time I do, I just can'thelp wishing that my hair was better. It looks so unkempt, flying allover... so flat and... just... blah.I wonder what it would look like with a style like Mary Tyler Moore? OrJane Fonda. Or Adrienne Barbeau. Or Lynda Day George. Or Lee.