hmm

So there I was, tied to a chair. The rope rubbed against my pale, chubby, freckled arm, leaving behind red marks that burned like blood smearing over a fresh tattoo.

A large man stood in front of me. He had to be at least sic feet tall. He didn't speak, just stared at my bare knees. I could hear only his breathing and the buzz of a radio in the background. He was dressed in brown cordroy pants and a forest green shirt with bowling shoes on his feet. His body was very slim and his clothes practically hung on his body. He smelled like Big Red gum and Irish Spring.

I laughed at his shoes, imagining him bowling a perfect game with me, then getting some Irish coffee, making love in the back of his Volvo station wagon and then falling asleep in each other's arms.

He bore a hole through me with his fierce blue grey eyes.

My cheeks turned red.

I was shocked.

We were both suddenly obsessed.