Her car was full of shopping. "Would you like me to help you with your shopping? I don't live far from here. It wouldn't be any trouble." "Well, there...are some heavy things to lift, I would appreciate your help, thank you."It was getting late and I should have left but something told me she wanted me to stay. I liked her company and in the back of my mind I knew that I wanted to be intimate with her. She never encouraged me. I was drawn to her. My mind was wondering and my sexual feelings were. She would be with me that week and I would make it the most memorable night of her life. I love her, so I wanted to make it special. It would be the begging to a whole new chapter of her life, so I wanted to do it right. Finally the night arrived. I took the day off work to get everything ready. I went out and bought bouquets of pink roses and sat them out around the house and I got some red rose petals and sprinkled them on the bed. I put dozens of candles throughout the bedroom and lit them.. Then, I raised her cuffed hands above her head. With her hands just 6 inches from the low ceiling, I told her to face me and not move. I lifted her up the remaining six inches and the slid cuffs over a hook I had installed in the ceiling. As I lowered her, she looked up at the cuffs and hook that held her captive, and then all of her weight was on her wrists. I'm sure she was in a little pain so I moved a small box under her. She just had enough room to step on the box but remained on her toes. “So, it’s a true story?”“I believe it is,” Karen said as she nodded her head. “Please keep it up. If she’s said that much to you, I’d like you to encourage her some more. She’s kept herself locked up since the divorce. She needs to meet the real world.”David wondered what Karen meant by ‘the real world,’ but determined to dig a little deeper with this lovely, shy woman. When he handed her a fresh glass of wine, David noticed that she had finished the one in her hand.As he sat down, Diane spoke..