We arrived in Paris early the next morning. It was a warm, overcast day, the city's nineteenth-century apartment buildings gray against the gray sky. ...I pressed my nose to the window, trying to make out landmarks I had only seen in pictures: Beaubourg, Notre Dame, the spire of the Sainte Chapelle, the Louvre. I thought I recognized them, but I could not be sure. I had often fantasized about visiting Paris - in fact, I had been planning to at the end of my summer in Berlin - but I had never. ‘Oh, were you sitting here?’ Reema asked, lifting her ample bum and pointing to her chair. ‘Yeah, but don’t worry about it,’ he confirmed, backing away with the unfinished container of ale. ‘You’re here now.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Reema asked again. He was adamant as he looked square at her body. ‘Yeah, no worries.’ His friend collected their pint glasses, taking an uncomfortable final look at the curves beneath Reema’s floral top. With a gracious ‘good night’, he followed his buddy, presumably in. As usual there was very little space between the cuffs and his skin and as usual his wrists were already slightly red. It was his own fault, why did he insist on struggling, surely he knew by now that there was no way out.Her panties from the night before were underneath her black cocktail dress. She pulled them out with her fingertips and laid them over Tom’s face and held them there with her foot. Tom tried to turn his head to the side and so she pushed her toes into his open mouth to hold. When I next opened my eyes, everything was still dark. Hmm, I thought to myself, this can't be right. I went to move my hands to my face and found I couldn't. What the fuck? I tried to move my feet, but they too, were tied down. Uh oh, now I'm gonna get it!"Hello? Anybody out there?" I called out.I heard footsteps on the stairs. "Well, well, well, good morning sleepy head. How did you sleep?" Quite well, thank you. How come it's still dark out?" It's not, you're blindfolded my dear, sweet,.