" My heart starts to beat harder. "No, I am ok. I was just laughing at something I heard on the radio." Nick told me about his weekend. He told me how... he had gone fishing with friends. He asked me about my weekend. My heart stopped for a minute. I needed something. My mind when to what happened Friday night after our date. How I was bound and gagged in bed with Amber until Saturday morning and how the event ended that day. With the little pantyhose devil as I like to call it. "I was tied up. ’ ‘I’m sorry, honey, but I’ve never met your brother before and you haven’t seen him in a year. I just want to make sure I look good enough for you to show off and be proud of.’ ‘Baby, you could show up in a burlap sack and moccasins and I’d show you off and be proud of you.’ ‘I know that, Henry. I’m sorry. I’ll finish up.’ Tara and I had been together for about 6 months, and I was leaning strongly toward asking her to marry me. So we weren’t engaged yet nor did we live together yet, but we had. These werenot sexy uniforms like the French Maid uniforms out of most people'sfantasies. No, these were strictly utilitarian in nature and the polyestermaterial was not as sensual to the touch as silk. However, Tom foundhimself getting aroused and excited looking at them and wanting to trythem on. He even found himself wondering what it would be like to wearthese while cleaning. Tom cursed himself for his thoughts. Could he reallybe excited about this? Did Princess Dee have him pegged correctly. He smiled and put his finger on my scar on the inside of the thigh. He said when he saw the scar in the shower he knew no two people could have the same scar. I didn’t say anything. He started talking and said we should talk the way we did at the bar and when we were in his room. I told him I was nervous because we could get caught. He agreed but said we wouldn’t get caught. He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back. I put my arms around his neck. I was kissing him hard and sucking on his.