"Chris is helping me." I smiled. "Chris Wheelock? Come here Chris, Mrs. Henderson won't bite!" Hello Chris, is everything working out okay? Are you ge...ting settled in?" Mrs. Henderson asked him."Oh, uh ... Yes ma'am." Chris cleared his throat, still holding the pies."Put those right here, Chris." I patted the counter and looked at Mrs. Henderson. "Chris is really helping me out, he's so nice." He is a nice boy, isn't he?" Mrs. Henderson nodded happily. "Nice looking too." She wiggled her. Seeing my son now in the right position for it, I decided it was time to act out my fantasy.I turned around and walked over to my dresser, opening the bottom drawer I reached around for something that I knew was in there somewhere. I pulled out an old sweater and underneath it there they were, my handcuffs.I had brought them as a joke present when I was married but my useless husband never wanted to play, so I never got to use them. I never imagined that one day I would be using them to tie my. Eleanor said it was a dorm college and it provided everything the students needed within the campus. Sam didn't want to go. This town and school had always been home. But Eleanor didn't care what Sam wanted. She also seemed to know very little about the new school she was sending Sam to. Any questions were answered with vague responses, such as "It's a private school," "I'm sure it's fine," "It's on a mountain or something," "I don't know what it looks like. Stop asking."She even seemed unsure. He and I were college room mates and shared many women through our college years, there are a lot of pliant women in college, and no drug needed, just some alcohol, maybe some speed. Andy and I spent many a weekend sharing some of our classmates, it was a time I cherished and after graduation, he took a job in a lab and I went into engineering.We kept in touch and when he developed this drug, I was the first person he told about it, also offering me a sample. I had my eye on a woman that worked.