We’d only gone a few metres when 2 policemen turned a corner and started walking towards us. “That was close.” One of the guys said,Isla and I p...ulled on the hems of our skirts to make sure that our slits were hidden although it probably wouldn’t have made any difference because of the lack of light.Once we were well passed the coppers I turned to my guy and said, “You know guys, I think that Kat and myself will head for home. It’s been fun but we have to be up early in the morning.”“Oh, okay. Then it’s right back to bed with me, where I lie down and remain still while he re-ties my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. ‘You’re so pretty,’ he tells me in a murmur as he binds me. ‘So round and soft.’ He pulls the knots tight, then moves his hands over my naked body, dry palms over dry skin, the brushing sound loud to my ears. He touches my ribcage, my stomach, my thighs–but not between my thighs, never there, where I ache for him the most. In the three weeks since we met, we have not yet. ’ ‘That’s an interesting choice of words. Enough for all my needs, and some of my wants.’ She pondered. ‘ That’s a good philosophy for a contented life. I like it.’ She examined me as if she had never seen me before. ‘That must be why you are such a lovely man, Jack. I could never pin it down before. Now I know why I like you so much.’ She waited for me to say something. I didn’t. It had always been a tactic when I worked to allow others to talk, you listened and learned things, and that gave. That was to my advantage, because they could not penetrate the Nemean Lion skin that I habitually wear, and the breaking stakes actually cushioned my fall. I don't know how long I lay there, but it was so comfortable that I went to sleep again."This time, when I woke up, I found myself in a cage barely large enough to hold me. I was naked, and I was really pissed off to have lost my Nemean Lion skin. I began to shake the door of the cage in an effort to open it when I heard a woman's voice.