I felt him, still warm from an afternoon of laying out in the sun, tense and tightened up despite my attempts at loosening him up earlier. We kissed, ...occasionally nipping at each other’s lips, coaxing each other’s tongues as if to say ‘you can come in.’ My knees grew weak as his hands explored wherever they could reach on my clothed body. I whispered to him quietly, almost with the fear that someone could hear me or that if the silence were broken, the spell we were casting would be broken too.. He was staring at her milky boobs which were visible. Then she got up and corrected her saree and said, “Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to you for teaching my sons”.Then he asked us to wait outside. I called to my mom’s phone, she attended the call and put it on speaker. We were listening to what was happening there.“Are you really those guys’ mother?” he asked.“Oh yes, why?” she said.“Because you look like a young beautiful woman,” he said.She blushed and said, “Many men tell me that but. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn't chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up. Heather left her house and walked across the street to her neighbor's house. By now night had. ’ Ben walked into the interview room as Anderson entered the observation room next to it. Anderson watched Ben and the suspect out of the corner of his eye as he set the video camera and the tape recorder. Ben had stalled, as usual, before saying anything. Give the suspect some water, offer a cigarette, but wait till the camera’s rolling before starting the interview. The department had stopped calling them interrogations a few weeks back. Said it had bad connotations. Fucking PC world. Ben.