That would have to suffice. Torn between a desire to sit and reminisce about my time inside and worry about the consequences should the mistress of the house discover me here uninvited, I lingered for only a few minutes. Then I hurried back home.
Once locked back in behind my own drawn curtains I quickly stripped again. I gagged and shackled myself back up and returned to the computer. I arranged for the flowers to be delivered, addressing them simply to Goddess Julia. Then indulging in the reminiscence I denied myself on that rundown, benighted, undeniably spooky street I m*********d for a good ninety minutes. After that, I retired hogtied on the living room floor as usual, where I slept better than I had in days.
All week long, I continued this pattern. Gradually I liquidated my invest
