He named the tune and she danced to it. He hummed; and she — gownedand bejeweled, or naked and demeaned — danced. Would taking this risk bring bac... the old loving Lyle? Was his promise worthanything? Would he really change? Winning the draw might or might not resultin recapturing Lyle's wholehearted affections, whereas losing was a definiteend to everything. There would be no going back. Death is permanent. More than that, if she lost, hers would be no ordinary death. She had alreadywitnessed. I hold it up, posing, while I stroke my sex with the other hand.Umm… how I long to be that slutty blonde. Or should she have red hair? I grasp my hair with both hands, letting a lock fall over my face. I squint at it, imagining. I wonder… a redhead… a slender redhead with a lithe body. Yes, that's better…Tossing back her long, auburn locks, she waited. Not a muscle twitched as she listened to his footsteps – unhurried, even – moving closer. She gasped as he touched her back, the downy hair on. Kyle did odd jobs around the neighborhood to make spending money, but he usually spent it as fast as he got it, another of his father's habits she would like to change."Kyle? Where did you make that kind of money?"Her heart sank."Kyle, you're not doing..." Drugs? No, nothing like that. It's just that when you said you wanted to change our relationship, I decided to begin making some real money of my own." What did you do, rob a bank?"They both laughed."I got inspired to go into business."He saw. He pulls my left leg to the left post of the footboard. He loops the rope around it and ties it to the post. He moves to the right and does the same. I find that I am soaked.I lay there watching Nick move around the room. He is looking at me; from time to time he touches me. I struggle a bit when he tickles the bottom of my foot. Finally Nick makes his move. He moves back on to the bed and is straddled over my chest. He starts to unbutton my blouse. "Do you trust me Kim?" he asks. I nod. He.