I was hard at work.I was hard at work. The design, both sketches and clay models, had to be done by the next day, and I did not want to stay late -- my lover was finally interested in a date for that evening, and I was certainly ready. The last several weeks he had been acting very odd, avoiding me, acting surly, etc. I suspected trouble at work; this didn't seem to be the boredom accompanying the end of a relationship, but it was irritating me nevertheless. And he wouldn't talk about the problem, whatever it was. Hmm. Tie him to the bed and tickle him till he talked? I grinned; whether or not he said anything, the game sounded like fun. I returned to work. Reaching for the eraser, my hand tangled in the phone cord. The momentary hint of bondage brought a smile to my lips, and a wetness to my groin. Almost unconsciously, I smoothed my skirt. The unexpected contact of hand to thigh startled me, and then generated another smile. |