When I was done, I got dressed in a pair of slacks and polo shirt. Might as well look decent when we arrived at his office. Don't want to look like a ...bum off the street.Brenda had been busy in the kitchen. She had put a pan of biscuits in the oven and had managed to find pepper gravy to put on the biscuits. "Thank you very much for making breakfast." I hugged her with one arm and put a small kiss on her temple since all I could get was a one armed side hug."You're welcome."I ate well. Not a. Her body. Each such aprize. Tonight, it is about skin. I want her bound tightly, firmly, physically.With any attempt at movement, she will know she is fettered. She will have nochoice but to wander out of her ruminating mind and feel the skin, the pain,the friction, and the impossibility of escape. Pushing her down onto the ottoman, I straddle her. Facingher feet, I sit on her ass to hold her down. She struggles; however, there isnowhere for her to go. A length of rope is wrapped around her. Stacks of books and papers - drawers pulled halfway out ofthe filing cabinet, ancient artifacts lying on the floor - someactually broken. I began to pick up the clutter, and reshelve the bookswhen I saw the small ceramic grey mouse on the top of one of thebookcases."Do you have a message for me?" I asked. I didn't expect an answer, butwas nonetheless slightly disappointed when I didn't get one. I reachedon my tiptoes to get the mouse knickknack down (I hated that I wasshorter and lighter than I. So BIL told to Kamal to take his car and take Pramod and Kavya to Mumbai. I asked what about us how we will go home. BIL told we will take a rickshaw and go home.His friend told to take his car to which BIL told that he has not intention in driving in that evening traffic. We came out and told how about going out for a drink as it is Kavya and Pramod not there so we can have dinner outside and tell Yogita not to cook anything for the evening.He told lets go by rickshaw and see if he could find.