Please,' I thought. "I hope you like moussaka. It's a recipeI learned in Santorini on holiday. Have you ever been?" Yes," I thought of that summer ...nd Fiona, without realising it Iblushed.Rich came in, with the wine and three glasses. "There's a story there,"he laughed."Not really," I turned an even darker colour red, "Just post-studentlife. Too much drinking, too much sun," Too much other things as well..." Susan smacked him on the arm."I wished," I answered honestly. "Thank you for. Before I could gasp he had snatched away my towel and threw me onto the bed. We fought across the sheets before he managed to roll me over and pin my hands behind me. Thats when I heard the sticky screech of duct tape and the bondage being placed around my wrists. Instinctively, I scrambled off the bed, the kink didnt matter-I was conditioned to fight against shit like this. We all are-sine we were kids. Good touch bad touch but no one ever warned us of what to do if the bad touch felt good. I. It's cool out; a light drizzle is falling. I don't mind however; it's refreshing.What bothers me is my gradual self-discovery that I've left my bed wearing pantyhose and panties. The red lacquer on my toenails is visible through tan hose's reinforced toes. As I stand there among my neighbors, most of whom are strangers, I try to curl my toes under—make "fists" of them like Bruce Willis in that early scene in Die Hard. I'm ostensibly a man. What will my neighbors think? My mother is among the. I want to start by kissing the tops of your Johnston & Murphy shoes, eventually settling my lips near the laces. And then I will proceed (probably slowly!) to untie each shoelace -- No hands! -- using only my teeth. You'll be looking down and watching me, and getting very excited by my efforts, I hope! And when the laces are both finally hanging loose, I will take off your shoes."Shoes gone... Your socks come next. Please stand on one foot while I pull this sock off... There we go... Now the.