( link opens in new window )"The plan was to leave you in there for an hour wasn't it?" she asked."Yes, but plans can be changed." Yes," she smiled, "...I'm now going to leave you locked up until the morning." What?" You don't have much choice in the matter," she giggled as she stuffed the keys into the back pocket of her jeans, "Until the morning then."Part IITom passed a slow and sleepless night, partly because of his less than comfortable position, but also because he couldn't get Jessica out. Tim laughed and asked, “Where did you get that?”“Where did he get it?”“He must have left it here when we finished bringing in the furniture last night. We were kind of rushed to get the house finished and furnished. Woody made sure to supervise the whole process,” Tim said with a smile.“I’m sure he did,” Dr. Ellis replied dryly.Tim took Dr. Hennequin around the first floor, spending most of the time in the kitchen. Again, the young man dove under the sinks to check out the plumbing. Tim watched. I had to take my husband to work so I let him know that I would text him on my way back. So it wouldn't be at our normal meeting time, he informed me he had to do some "shopping" before he came out anyways.On my way back home I again asked him what to wear for him and how to present myself when he arrived...he informed me to wear matching set of my choosing blindfolded and gagged with head bowed and hands behind my back waiting for him in my garage also to bring my toys.He said he would be over. " I had no idea who most of these people were. They certainly represented the moneyed class considering the fur coats that came through the door and the jewelry on most of the women and their couture dresses, or the skimpy cloth that passed for a dress on a number of trophy wives."Stop drooling, my Love ... they're not real..."Jessica, dressed in a very dark green silk cocktail dress that showed off lots of her back and a good deal of cleavage, would whisper in my ear as a said trophy wife.