"She started across the living room as I struggled to my feet. I totteredafter her in the unfamiliarly heels. "How can you walk so easily inthese thin...gs?" I grumbled."Oh you'll get used to them. It becomes second nature after a while. Ican't remember the last time I wore anything less than a 4 inch heel. Idon't even feel comfortable without heels these days. Here you go, yournew home," she said opening the door of the spare bedroom.I staggered over to the door and looked into the room. It was. It was bruised and a plaster covered his wound now."My cuffs jammed, that's why I was so long coming out. It wasn't meant to happen like that, but they got a good show tonight. I think I scared quite a few people!" You scared me, I thought you was dead!"Felix laughed."That's part of a good escape, the audience knows you're an escape artist so they expect you to just get out of the trap, but you have to give them suspense as well so they start to wonder if you really can get out. But I was. "Am I gaining weight or something?" Oh, you silly," Kathy tickled her beloved's flat little tummy, "I think it just means I like to cuddle with you." Well, I'd rather be a kitty, but I guess a Teddy's okay, too." I'll try to turn you into a kitty next time," Kathy cackled and ran her fingers across the pretty brunette's nylon-covered thigh. She then speared a vegi-ravioli and fed it to little Kim who was chained to the table leg."Thank you, Miss Kathy," the black-eyed slave girl chewed. I hugged Rob and gave him a rather passionate kiss. He goes to work an hour earlier than I do and comes home half an hour later. I won't see him again until he gets home. I returned to my office to find Mr. Porter's secretary, Kathy, standing in front of Linda's desk and talking down to her. And I do mean talking down to her. What a bitch!I stood nearby until Kathy turned and sneered in my direction. I smiled sweetly and asked, "Have you always been a bitch or is this just an act you're putting.