Still chained together, Curtis took my left arm and had me rest my left arm across my abdomen so his right hand could reach around my side and cup my ...ight breast. In this position, with my back to Curtis, and my left arm chained to his right wrist, I felt confined and restrained. I was being placed into a position in which I would have little or no control over what was done to me.He leaned forward and began kissing my neck from behind. When he stood up, Curtis literally towered over me. His. On Tuesday and Thursday he usually headed to the local community center's weight room and lifted for an hour or so.He was nearing the front door to his apartment building when he spotted the FedEx van pull up. "I hope that's not for me," he thought to himself as he continued on past the deliveryman and headed for his second story apartment. Shortly after he entered his apartment his doorbell was ringing. He opened the door to find the FedEx man standing there with a package under one arm and. "I couldn't help but smile when I saw her. Even in her simple white, sleeveless blouse and denim mid-thigh skirt, she was stunning, complete with precious freckles. Her frame was tall and lean and wrapped in flawless darker skin of her native American heritage. The skirt clung neatly to her hips and tightened at the top to accent her narrow waist and flat stomach. I never would call her breasts wine glass in size, but they looked much bigger than I recalled tucked in that white blouse, which. Office.“Larry. Thank God you called me,” his annoying voice greeted me.“I thought part of our arrangement was that I never had to hear your voice,” I said.“No, our arrangement was that you never had to see my face,” he replied wearily. “I wouldn’t think of bringing the reclusive L.C. Compton into the sunlight.”His dropping my pen name in the conversation told me this was going to go below the belt. Forewarned is forearmed.“What’s the matter? Your commission on a zillion dollars gonna put you in.