“Don’t think I’m not a little wobbly myself,” he says. “Are you going to be all right?” “Oh, I am much more than all right,” she says,...her head back and eyes closed, enjoying the motion, the shimmery bit of lassitude that seems to have enveloped her. “I’m sorry that I don’t have more time this afternoon and have to get back.” “That’s okay,” he says. “I’m not apologizing,” she says softly, smiling. “I’m lamenting.” Rain continues to fall steadily, though not as violently as earlier, and he pulls. As I separate the swatch of pins and return the rest of the kit to the nightstand, a gust of lavender reaches my nose. There must be a sprig tucked in a pocket. As it passes I realise how strong the scents of sweat and sex have become in the room, the humid air hanging heavy with my own musk but also the sharp scent of fear-sweat from my young lover.Holding the pins in my mouth I climb back onto the bed, running my hands down the outside of her legs and round the firm curve of her buttocks. My. I'd been there for Brandi's graduation.But this time, my parents also went nuts for Adrienne. They seemed just as proud of her as if she'd been their own flesh and blood, snapping zillions of photos when she walked across the stage. Eden and Emma even met her at the bottom of the ramp, screaming her name while she burst into tears at the drama of the situation. In the end, she hugged my parents and my siblings fiercely as if unable to believe we were truly treating her like family.Afterwards,. ?He grabs both of her feet; pulling them together, he retrieves a pair of hefty zip-ties from his back pocket. The ties are intertwined to form ‘cuffs’. He shoves her feet through the zip-ties and pulls them closed around her ankles.?Hey! What is that?? She says.He holds her bound legs under his arm and lightly touches the souls of her feet.?Oh. No.? She says.She bucks violently and he tosses her to the center of the bed. ?Hey Ariel. You look like a mermaid with your legs bound like that.?She.