He however, was oblivious to all the fuss over him, he was shy and did not see what others saw. As a matter of fact he was a gay virgin, still waiting... for “The One”. He decided to take his career in his own hands. Do something so out of the box that people in the modeling field would notice and be speechless about. He left the photo shoot, drove home in his Jaguar and pulled into his private parking place in a high-rise in New York City. Frankie made his way to the top floor penthouse suite, he. I'd never dothat to Corinne. But you will be my bondage slave for a while. Sorelax... if you can." And Peg straightened up, turned to the crowd, andshouted, "Let the games begin!"With that, the ballroom began to change. Not magically, but with dozensof workers pulling up the DJ's equipment, tearing down the foodservice, and moving the bars to the corners of the room. Still moreworkers brought in dollies loaded with serious bondage gear. 'X'frames, heavy chairs, tables, and other cushioned. Daniel. Her husband. She forced her feet to move. She opened the back door and sat down on the top step. Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks in the pale moonlight. What a mess she had made of this whole thing? Falling in love with a man she could never really have. Not the way she wanted anyway. She would never be a raving beauty like Rachel. Hell, even when she was that young girl first discovering her womanly power and sexuality, she had never been anything more than girl next door. I hardly noticed that as I looked down from my first floor window and watched the passing traffic in it's never changing pattern of stopping and going, regulated by the pedestrian traffic light just forty yards down the road. I looked at the occupants of the cars and trucks and wondered about their thoughts and their destinations.With a sigh, I reached for the shirt on top of the pile of laundry that waited to be ironed and folded, then I saw her. Traffic had come to a halt again at the red.