“I told him and I think the not so subtle hint that you want to dance will bear fruit!”Sure enough, her chosen stud approached the table and stood... before Emma! Her heart was pounding hard and fast.“You look an awful lot like that girl who was in the Harry Potter movies! Is your name Emma? My name is George.” he said.“I don’t like being remembered for only those movies, but yes. I’m that girl. My name is Emma Watson.” she admitted.“Well, Emma Watson, would you like to dance?” George asked.“Yes I. So after a few more drinks and some looks from afar we approach this woman and I just say "Mrs Park" she turns and says "please call me Claire I'm not Mrs Park anymore" I reply " oh that's a shame" She says " not really sorry who are you? "I reply I'm Phil and this is James scotts old mates from school" She laughs and says " oh the perverts" James says "how'd you mean" she turns to her friend and says" these two couldn't keep their eyes off me and I'm sure that time I caught you in my bedroom. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt. Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an. It was so easy to drive at night with a girl slumped in the front seat of your car. People thought she was drunk or tired and had fallen asleep. He had gotten home easily enough, carried her down the steps and into his lab and now she was his.He watched her wake up, saw the confusion when she realized she couldn't move. It was always the same. The confusion and then the dawning horror that she was tied down. And then came the pleading and the crying. But tonight he was in too good of a mood to.