She decided to take a gamble. He was robbing her in her hotel room, but he hadn’t hurt her yet, or even showed a gun. And she couldn’t help but notice he was somewhat attractive…maybe she could work this. “So,” she started with a shaky voice, “You’re gonna need me out of the way while you look around my room, right? Maybe…you might just tie me up?” At that she motioned to the ball gag and bit of rope she had on the nightstand for an evening’s self-tying fun. “I mean, I was gonna do it myself, but what’s the fun of doing ALL the work?” He took her up on the offer…and suddenly robbery was the last thing on his mind. Their Thursday nights have been fun ever since.
Isobel Wren for today.
Tolstoy
So who’s the home invader–Dave Annis?
“Draw me like you draw your captive girls….”