She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to bring a pint of whiskey. Here I went, Jim Bean, brown-bagged, in hand, to her apartment, which... was a glorified dorm room on campus. I hadn’t ever seen her before and this was in the day before Facebook, so I was somewhat nervous about what would answer the door. I figured that if the door opened and I was confronted by a horrifyingly hideous creature, I could simply walk away. After all, it wasn’t as if I knew her or had to work or go to. I asked him to show me the rest of the tie by stripping offhis trousers but he refused pointing out that doing so wouldmake him no better than a slave and that as a master that wouldnever happen. I just smiled and nodded thinking my chance would come sooneror later. He then pointed out that the body tie he was wearing did notconstrain him in any way and that he wore it to show off howhe ties his slaves and explained that it goes all the waydown the front is knotted just above the cock and. “Are you sure? Hmm.” He picked up the stereoscope she had dropped and held it to his eye sockets. “Ah, the Sphinx! I could tell you an interesting story about what’s inside if you’re interested.”“Aren’t ... aren’t you here to kill me?”“Preposterous.” Death lowered the stereoscope. “I am Mike Radley’s guest, and am only here until I can reap the soul of the one called Amir.”“That’s ... you’re...” Her hair stood on end, and she tried to flatten it. Her tail had poofed to three times its original. "Shows off my fat ass."I laughed."What's so funny? My fat ass." Jesus Christ, you're one of the most beautiful women I know."She turned in her seat to face me with a grin stretch across her face."Seriously?" Seriously," I echoed.She turned back around and finished the photos and shouted to Dan acrossthe office that the photos were in. Dan jogged over to his computer anduploaded them."I need that story now!" Dan shouted."It's in," I said. "Give it a quick read." We don't have time. I'm sending.