she was definitely horny.she was definitely horny. She held the beer bottle tightly between her thighs and squeezed, pushing it against the tight crotch of her jeans. With her arms she squeezed her breasts in on the sides. Quickly she looked around to make sure nobody was watching her. She looked right into the eyes of John, a little bloodshot, since Vodka wasn't very kind to them. She froze. Did he know? "I thought you would have left hours ago." "What, with these on my wrists?" "Everybody's got keys to these. These are those cheapies that they made those belts out of a few years ago." "Well I don't, so I'd appreciate it if you'd get your key and get these off of me." "I've got it in my room." Surprisingly, this wasn't fol- lowed by some sort of sly wink, which caught her off guard be- cause she was expecting one. "On second thought, I'd better not let you out of my sight again." "Right this way." It was a huge house, built of large stones in the 19th century. If there had been a college nearby the place would have been converted into a fraternity house ages ago. Fate had been kinder in that the place was merely shared by a group of grad students. "I didn't know you lived in this house," Angie said as she climbed the stairs. "In the attic. I fixed it up myself." They got up to his room and Angie ooohed with pleasure. "This is really incredible." "Like it? Here, have a seat and I'll get the key." She sat on the edge of the bed. While John shuffled through a drawer, she stroked the light brown wool blanket that covered the bed. Curiously, she found that the contrast between the blanket, her lightly tanned wrists, and the nickle-plated hand- cuffs with the light from the track lighting reflecting off of it was esthetically pleasing. |