I felt the fuzzy cuffs around my ankles, Dani telling me, “These are different ones, had to get a bigger set, made for ankles.”She got up and walk...ed around behind me, “Hope this fits okay, your neck’s a bit shorter than mine,” and I felt her wrapping something around my neck, her leather collar? It was, and she started lacing it. “Head straight ahead,” Dani admonished me when I tried to turn.She’d told me to lace it tight when I put it on her. She was doing the same, pulling every lace as tight. While I’m gone, figure this one out. If you feed me I grow. But if you give me a drink, I die. What am I?“With her preoccupied, I walked up the street to the apartment building. Security wasn’t great. I could have picked the lock if I’d had the tools. I didn’t.At the intercom, I pressed 3B.“Oui?”Raising my voice one octave and giving it a southern accent, I responded, “Courier from the embassy, Mr. Kirk,” imitating Justin Mackie, a known Embassy messenger.”The door lock clicked.Pushing through,. ”I could have wrung his neck, it was a set-up and the scene was bad. But this one was beyond belief and I knew telling my coworkers would only get me teased for making it all up.The rest of the day my mind played the scene over and over, I simply couldn’t get her off my mind. I was divorced about 5-years ago and had not had a date or gotten laid since then. I was reduced to hand jobs in front of my computer screen, but longed for the contact with a real woman again, but had no desire to. While he had recognized that the woman he had met and spent so much time with yesterday was pretty, the version on his porch this morning was radiantly stunning. There were subtle changes that by themselves would not have been that significant, but on a whole, they had transformed her.There was the obvious application of makeup, really just a conservative application of mascara that accentuated her blue eyes, a little hint of blush on her cheeks and the lip gloss that seemed to draw the eyes to.