...I've seen it lots--" "What was that you were saying? About being tied up?" "Yeah," I said, standing and heading to the closet. I found four lengths of rope, four ratty bandannas and I said, "Here's the thing: I'm gonna tie you up, spread-eagled, put tape over your mouth--" She gasped. "And do..." "What?" "...whatever..." "But what if--" "If anything hurts *unbearably* and you really want me to stop," I said, while tying her left wrist to a leg of the desk, "just blink your eyes four times in a row, fast. |