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me?”
“Give me five minutes. Need to find my
sneakers.”
John couldn’t figure out where his sneakers
disappeared to each night. Hadn’t he taken them off yesterday in his bedroom
when he went to get dressed for his date with Lauren? Nope. Not there. Not in
the bathroom or his closet either. He circled around through the living room,
into the kitchen and found them beside the back door. That’s right. He’d mowed
the lawn and taken them off because they were full of grass. Quickly he opened
the door and slapped them, soles together, until most of the dried grass had
fallen off.
Shoes on, he grabbed his keys, patted his
back pocket to be sure he had his wallet and headed out the door.
“What’re we shopping for?” John asked,
closing the door gingerly lest it fall off its rusty hinges. The screech of
metal on metal made him wince. “A can of WD-40, I hope.”
“Suppose I probably should give her a
splash on that door.”
“More like a quart.”
Will pulled out of the drive and headed
down the street, both windows rolled down in the summer heat. John didn’t
bother protesting, The AC had stopped working on this old thing long ago. He
looked over at his friend and shook his head.
“I cannot see Jill allowing you to keep
this rust bucket.”
Will’s grin showed his dimples. Jill had
often told John it was those dimples that caught her eye and his skill with a
rope that captured her heart. Lauren had dimples like that. Would Lauren
appreciate John’s skill with a rope? Or would she call the cops on him?
“Jill knows better than to come between a
man and his vehicle.”
John snorted. “This beast long ago lost the
privilege of being called a vehicle.” A movement near his foot caught his eye
and he sat back in surprise. “Is that a hole in the floor?”
“Yeah, it’s new. One of the reasons I’m
headed to the store. Figured a strong piece of plywood’ll do it.”
“Do what? Will, I feel like Barney Rubble.
Are you sure Dino’s not in the backseat?”
Will laughed outright at that and turned
onto the highway. “Hold on, you’re liable to feel a draft.”
Between the wide-open windows and the air
rushing up through the hole in the floor, John didn’t even make an attempt at
conversation. Will’s dirty-blonde hair, kept in a tidy ponytail for the
summer’s reenacting, stayed out of his face. John didn’t have that problem. Too
many years in the service trained him to like it nearly nonexistent and easy.
They pulled in to the hardware store and
John went in with his friend. Inside they parted ways as Will went in search of
a short-term solution to his newly air-conditioned truck and John just wandered
until he found himself in the rope aisle thinking of Lauren.
The first day they’d met he’d told her he
would tie her up and make love to her all night long. When he’d said it, he
really hadn’t had much more than a fun night in the sack in mind. Then she’d
gotten skittish over his time in the military. When followed up by a panic
attack, it just hadn’t seemed right to prey on her vulnerability.
He picked up the end of a particularly
thick white rope and considered it. This would be good for an overall tie. A
loose one, anyway. Pretty hard to make tight knots with something that thick.
He imagined Lauren’s skin crisscrossed with the white and let the rope drop.
No. Her coloring needed something with a little more contrast.
A slightly thinner black rope had
possibilities. This would look quite good wrapped around her body, securing
her, keeping her safe.
Will came up beside him and John dropped
the rope back into place. With a sigh. “Probably going too fast to tie her up
in that yet. I don’t even know if she’s going to like her sex kinky.”
“Jill likes it. I bought fifty feet and she
made me come back for fifty more.”
“It works well?”
Will nodded. “Very well. She can’t get out
of it at all.”
“I’ll definitely keep it in mind. Did you
get your
“Give me five minutes. Need to find my
sneakers.”
John couldn’t figure out where his sneakers
disappeared to each night. Hadn’t he taken them off yesterday in his bedroom
when he went to get dressed for his date with Lauren? Nope. Not there. Not in
the bathroom or his closet either. He circled around through the living room,
into the kitchen and found them beside the back door. That’s right. He’d mowed
the lawn and taken them off because they were full of grass. Quickly he opened
the door and slapped them, soles together, until most of the dried grass had
fallen off.
Shoes on, he grabbed his keys, patted his
back pocket to be sure he had his wallet and headed out the door.
“What’re we shopping for?” John asked,
closing the door gingerly lest it fall off its rusty hinges. The screech of
metal on metal made him wince. “A can of WD-40, I hope.”
“Suppose I probably should give her a
splash on that door.”
“More like a quart.”
Will pulled out of the drive and headed
down the street, both windows rolled down in the summer heat. John didn’t
bother protesting, The AC had stopped working on this old thing long ago. He
looked over at his friend and shook his head.
“I cannot see Jill allowing you to keep
this rust bucket.”
Will’s grin showed his dimples. Jill had
often told John it was those dimples that caught her eye and his skill with a
rope that captured her heart. Lauren had dimples like that. Would Lauren
appreciate John’s skill with a rope? Or would she call the cops on him?
“Jill knows better than to come between a
man and his vehicle.”
John snorted. “This beast long ago lost the
privilege of being called a vehicle.” A movement near his foot caught his eye
and he sat back in surprise. “Is that a hole in the floor?”
“Yeah, it’s new. One of the reasons I’m
headed to the store. Figured a strong piece of plywood’ll do it.”
“Do what? Will, I feel like Barney Rubble.
Are you sure Dino’s not in the backseat?”
Will laughed outright at that and turned
onto the highway. “Hold on, you’re liable to feel a draft.”
Between the wide-open windows and the air
rushing up through the hole in the floor, John didn’t even make an attempt at
conversation. Will’s dirty-blonde hair, kept in a tidy ponytail for the
summer’s reenacting, stayed out of his face. John didn’t have that problem. Too
many years in the service trained him to like it nearly nonexistent and easy.
They pulled in to the hardware store and
John went in with his friend. Inside they parted ways as Will went in search of
a short-term solution to his newly air-conditioned truck and John just wandered
until he found himself in the rope aisle thinking of Lauren.
The first day they’d met he’d told her he
would tie her up and make love to her all night long. When he’d said it, he
really hadn’t had much more than a fun night in the sack in mind. Then she’d
gotten skittish over his time in the military. When followed up by a panic
attack, it just hadn’t seemed right to prey on her vulnerability.
He picked up the end of a particularly
thick white rope and considered it. This would be good for an overall tie. A
loose one, anyway. Pretty hard to make tight knots with something that thick.
He imagined Lauren’s skin crisscrossed with the white and let the rope drop.
No. Her coloring needed something with a little more contrast.
A slightly thinner black rope had
possibilities. This would look quite good wrapped around her body, securing
her, keeping her safe.
Will came up beside him and John dropped
the rope back into place. With a sigh. “Probably going too fast to tie her up
in that yet. I don’t even know if she’s going to like her sex kinky.”
“Jill likes it. I bought fifty feet and she
made me come back for fifty more.”
“It works well?”
Will nodded. “Very well. She can’t get out
of it at all.”
“I’ll definitely keep it in mind. Did you
get your
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