I didn't often wear such skimpy outfits to work.I didn't often wear such skimpy outfits to work. But I was intent on celebrat- ing that evening, and no one would say anything to me -- there are advantages to owning the firm. Suddenly, the phone rang. Cursing -- I had told me secretary I wanted no interruptions -- I picked it up. A distorted voice said, "You've been kidnaped" Shit. The call had come in on my private line, the one that did not go through my secretary's phone. Only one person was likely to be calling me on that phone these days. "John? Is that you? We were supposed to meet tonight, not now -- I told you how busy I'd be today." It was John. He repeated, "You've been kidnaped. You know the situation: any time, anyplace -- you drop what you're doing and come with me. Now." I did indeed know the rules. Many years, and not a few relation- ships, ago, a lover and I had evolved the kidnap game as a way to spice up our bondage lives. Either of us, at any time, could "kidnap" the other, simply by announcing it. The "victim" would go to the other's car to be bound, and off we'd go. The kidnaper would drive off to some prepared place, where a scenario had been prepared. |