Chapter Two
The CBT called Greg ten minutes after he gave John his request. They discussed, in detail, exactly how he wanted Andrea bound for dinner.
“What sort of material do you want us to use?” Minerva, The CBT, asked.
“Material?”
“Chain, steel cable, rope, fabric, leather…?”
“I’ll leave that up to you,” he interrupted. “Especially since this is on such short notice, Minerva,” he added amicably.
“….Silk scarves, hemp rope, nylon ties, ribbons, lingerie…?” she continued.
“Enough, thank you,” Greg said more loudly, suppressing a laugh at Minerva’s persistence in offering her wares. “I do have one suggestion though.”
“Of course. Thank you, Mr. Greg. That will help, I’m sure.”
“I was,” Greg interrupted again, “thinking of some sort of sheaths for arms and legs.”
“That is easy, but
