She thenturned around and grabbed me forcefully, pushing her lips into minepassionately. I responded and she pushed me towards her bedroom and ontoher... bed, Sara lying on top of me, both of us still fully clothed.Then suddenly she stopped."What's wrong?" I asked."I'm thirsty, let's have a drink," Sara replied. And as if from no whereshe grabbed two bottles of what I thought was water from the bedsidetable."C'mon, drink. You'll like it."I put the bottle to my lips and took a sip. It tasted. I can feel her muscles clamping down on my finger asher trembling builds. The ropes pull taut, biting into her skin, but stillshe pulls. Her orgasms lasts for almost a minute before subsiding, and shecollapses, exhausted, in as limp of a position as the bonds allow. I slowly untie her, removing the mask last. I do it slowly, deliberately,and the whole process takes almost twenty minutes. Even with the mask off,she keeps her eyes downcast, and stays on her knees. I pull her by the leashover to. Who really knew a person in all their facets? Perhaps my ownlimited experiences thus far weren't missteps after all?I imagined Karen to be grinning wickedly as I did up my collar button,and I followed suit.The nurse frowned while Dillon gave me a friendly wink... the bastard.He was yet one more link to that other life, but only so long as Kolchakremained. That was the whole point of this exercise, wasn't it?It was painful, this shedding of old habits and even olderacquaintances. Of course that. She had an almost haunting voice and though I didn't understand the words, just the sound of them seemed to awaken something in me.Mary Kate was seated near her, accompanying her sister on an Irish harp. Mary Margaret came to the end of the current song, and Mary Kate immediately started on a second one with a different tempo on the harp, which Mary Margaret immediately picked up. I just stood there in the doorway and listened - fascinated. After several more minutes the song and the music.