You know what they say about a tree falling in the woods when there is no-one there to hear it.You know what they say about a tree falling in the woods when there is no-one there to hear it..." He was right. I was only brave when I was safe. But still, it felt ... exciting. I was hopping on one foot trying to buckle a cuff around my ankle and convince him at the same time. It didn't work; he ignored me. He told me to take out my contact lenses and lie down on the dining room table and wait for him. The table is a heavy oak refectory table. The top is three inches thick and made from a single piece of wood from the trunk of a large tree. Long and narrow, it weighs a ton, and is a beautiful antique. It was also cold on my back. I laid myself out on it, legs together, fingers intertwined on my stomach, and waited, like in a doctor's office, staring at the ceiling. He came back with a tool box from the garage, and a soft nylon rope. He tied my wrist cuffs together under the table with my elbows hooked over the edge. |