Roger must have heard it open and really start to sweat! I then ran past the anteroom, shouting "Don't disturb us for anything; we've got an important meeting!" and on in to Roger's office.Roger must have heard it open and really start to sweat! I then ran past the anteroom, shouting "Don't disturb us for anything; we've got an important meeting!" and on in to Roger's office. His desk was out of the line of sight, so there was no exposure. We did "meet," though we had to be rather more silent than was our custom. I jokingly threatened Roger with a gag, but it wasn't really necessary. About 10:30 or so, I finally let him go. Such was the pattern of our lives. A few weeks ago, though, he told me he wasn't going to be around for the Fourth; he wanted to visit his sister. I was disappointed -- a four-day weekend sounded like fun -- but going with him didn't appeal to me; his sister is as straight as they come. We'd even have been con- signed to separate beds! So I drove him to the airport, and headed up to the farmhouse alone -- I figured I might as well work on some of my own construction projects. It was late when I got there, but I still took the time to play by myself with a few toys before falling asleep. And, as happened that time with John, I awoke to find my legs chained together, and my hand being fastened behind my back. My first reaction, of course, was panic. I didn't waste energy screaming; I just kicked out. No dice; I was being held to well. But there was no cursing, no violence; instead, whoever was holding me was fondling me, gently, and in my favorite places. But I still didn't know who it was -- it was utterly and com- pletely black in the room. If you're from the city, like I am, you're not used to total darkness. In the city, there are always streetlights, or passing cars. Out here, there was none of that. Usually, I could see a bit at night by the light from my clock, but my captor had un- plugged it. |