(That, I realized, was why he had me get zippers with holes in them, so he could join them somehow).(That, I realized, was why he had me get zippers with holes in them, so he could join them somehow). I was enclosed completely except for my nostrils, and I could do nothing to release myself without scissors. The gloves were too clumsy to figure out what held the zippers togeth- er (it wasn't a lock), and I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that in the game of "find the scissors first", having to use the thumbless braille method would not give me a very big advan- tage. I didn't even try. I heard him sit on the bed and felt my way to him. He kissed me through the bodysuit and said "I can give you what you ask, but that doesn't mean I will relinquish control of you." He kissed me again, lingering over the mask between our lips. I held my face blindly out toward his kisses. There were still tears leaking out inside the hood. He stroked my body in a way that wasn't exactly nonsexual, but wasn't foreplay either. We leaned on pillows propped against the headboard, his arms around me. I felt safe, protected. As we cuddled in the darkening room, I could tell his attention was completely focused on me, and I felt as though I was enfolded in the center of a private little world, like I was a little kid again, sharing secrets under a blanket. |