At last, she spoke.At last, she spoke. 'Did you go..' 'No, I didn't go through your desk. I found them by accedent when I was looking for the file. I heard a thunk in the desk that sounded like what I thought it was. Curiosity took over from there.' She opened the cover and look at them sitting there. 'You must think that I'm strange, or something.' I sat down again. 'Your personal life is your own to do what you want with. If it affects you work life, then I would care. But I don't see that happening. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. You have my word on it.' 'Thank you for telling me that.' 'You still didn't answer my question.' She looked down at the cuffs. I think she really didn't want to tell me anything. She was deep in thought, and I think she was trying to make up a lie. After a moment, she looked at me and seemed to make a discision. 'Yes, there mine.' She said as if she was answer another question. 'And to answer your question, I like to have them used on me.' 'Why?' I asked. I wanted to know more. Did this girl think like I did. 'I like the feeling of being restranded. I like it when I have no control over what's happening to me. I excites me, make me feel sexier, more alive. |