"Mind if I join you? We seem to be the only customers at the moment."She brightened up a bit and pushed the opposite chair out with her 6 inch heels."...Too late for partying and too early for work. What are you, a cop or a newspaper boy?"I laughed and shook my head."No, I'm just here for a conference and got the munchies in my hotel room. Who can beat a waffle house at 3AM?"We started swapping jokes and exaggerations while I packed away a waffle and a double order of bacon.All Dee had was a cup. Just got home"Ann looked at me and gave me a nice smile. "Maybe I will stay awhile andsee if she gets home early."I just shrugged and sat on the end of the couch. Ann sat on the chairacross from me and we talked about school stuff. After a few minutes theconversation dried up and I could feel her looking at me. I glanced up ather and said "What?Ann smiled again and said "Did you like my story the other night?'I felt my face redden. "What story?"Ann leaned in a little towards me. "The one about. I looked up and there was the hottest guy that I’ve ever, before or since, seen. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor, a bronze god. He was three or four inches taller than me, maybe six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds with incredible bright cobalt blue eyes, curly blonde hair and perfect cupid bow pretty lips. He was wearing a white wife beater t-shirt so I could easily see that he had a flat stomach, narrow waist, wash-board abs, broad shoulders with huge biceps. He. She told me you love to be controlled and find great pleasure in pleasing others. She said you were amazingly skilled in the art of submission."There may be an audio equivalent for the tightening of vision one experiences when looking through a keyhole. This was whatBrigitte felt while the woman talked. The voice lost its structure and gained a woolly edge. It seemed as if all the sounds around the voice got wrapped up in a humming buzz. It droned and droned on until it lost itself in.