We could wait longer. We both seemed to luxuriate in the slow build. Neither of us spoke of this, but both of us somehow knew.A thirtyish blond man of... Snake's and my height but much more athletic wearing full livery of an old fashioned hansom driver sans hat emerged from the driver's door and opened the back door for us, nodding in a head only bow and revealing no emotions. I suppose I should have let Lindy slide in before me, ladies first and all that, but seeing Helena's smile somehow. She went over to the dresser, opened the top drawer and brought out four nylon web straps that rather looked like small dog collars about an inch and a half wide. They had Velcro bands on them which made them fit snugly and comfortably but I also knew that I could get loose if I wanted bad enough. If I wanted. On each cuff was a metal eyelet that had a nylon cord through it for tying to something.I put my arms and legs out and Carla went around the bed placing the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Much to early to rouse his footman, or even the butler for that matter. With a shake of his head, he stood, walking swiftly back to the bed. Placing the brandy glass on the table beside him, he threw the blankets aside and climbed in. A few minutes later, he had made himself as comfortable as he could get, he sighed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to dream the same dream again. He wasn’t. He was going to stop himself this time. He was wrong. She was in his house in the colonies. Sitting. Or ... or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She poured a glass of ice tea, spicing it with a teaspoon of sugar and a slice of lemon, and offered him the glass. He accepted the glass and tilted it to his full, generous lips, while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his young mind ...!It was a crazy conversation, almost as if she was finding it hard to talk to him as was he in coming up with answers that wouldn't.