Maybe someday I will understand how you wrote it and write some of my own."I chuckled, but this was exactly what I needed to stay awake. I recited it ...o the boy again, watching him, eyes closed trying to remember every line. I suddenly stopped."Did you forget the rest?" Gaku asked."No..." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very. " Carlos said with his typical Latino flair."Thanks guys. I like your accent by the way. I have a thing for Hispanics." Lindsey answered, trying not to blush."Well, seems you two are getting along just fine. So Brian, how did you and Carlos meet?" We know each other since our high school days. We both wanted to join the basketball team but there was only one spot open so they had us competing against each other for the spot. We constantly tried to outdo each other and in the end we were both. And she was going to his house. Alone.She got off the bus with a sense of trepidation unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. It was a shot walk to her uncle's house, and even though she had every opportunity to turn around and go home, she kept walking. Eventually she found herself outside the door to his apartment complex, and she pressed the intercom. His apartment number was 324.“I- It's me.” she said with a shaky voice. The door opened.She went in and got in the elevator. The. I could not move it an inch. I admired her knot-making dexterity, a skill she had clearly developed to the level of an art form. After immobilizing my right arm, it was a matter of no more than five minutes before this rope mistress had both my legs and feet bound to the cross. She paused for a moment to admire her work, nodding her head in satisfaction for a job well done.An incredible feeling of euphoric numbness descended upon me. Being in bondage made me feel safe and warm, as if in a.