Don’t be bashful,” she coaxed. “Lay your wet things on the rocks to dry and come enjoy the water like it was meant to be enjoyed.” The voice h...ad taken on a different tone completely and he had his plaid cape and boots off before he had reminded himself that this was not Judith, either.“Who are you? Do I know you?” He strained to see her face.“Who would you like me to be?” she said with a certain provocative uplift to her voice and her body in the water. “I’m flexible.”“You remind me so much of. “Jacob, I found the book and rose they are beautiful, thank you, but I can’t take them. I’m a teacher and you are a student. It isn’t proper.” She said.“A student didn’t give them to a teacher, I gave them to you to thank you for talking to me. You are the first person I’ve found who doesn’t think romance is old fashioned or dead.”She stared at his sincere expression a few seconds and gave him a beautiful smile.“In that case, thank you, Jacob. They are wonderful, and so are you,” she. It swelled and ascended like a hot-air balloon. Its eyes smoldered hungrily, and in a flash like lightning, its multiply forked tongue snapped down around her and blinked away, tasting her tender flesh. It licked her again, its tongue descending down around her head, enveloping her body like bonsai roots trained around a stone, branching into hairy tendrils to probe all her surface, looking for its meal. The third time, it penetrated, measuring the rounds of her eyeballs and digging far enough. " Sharon's hands flew to obey his instructions her arms suddenly rigid as if locked in place. "Ropes around your belly and your chest pull you back against the chair." Oh!" muttered Sharon as she threw herself backwards against the seat back."Ropes around your knees and across your lap hold you there, more around your ankles fix them to the chair legs."Again Sharon moved mimicking the effects of ropes pulling her hard against the chair. She was struggling against ropes that only existed in her.