OCTOBER, 1986
1.
Once again I skipped dinner, dressed impeccably, and made the long walk to Professor Teasel’s palatial place. Heart pounding with excitement, flushed with the daunting challenge of somehow earning her love, I followed the brick walk around the house to the patio and found no one there.
There was just the same pool, the same spectacular sunset view, the same minimalist deck furniture – and a number of disquieting items on the table. As I cautiously approached I saw a video camera, VCR, and TV monitor displaying a real time image of the sling chair I’d occupied the last time. Next to these sat the same glass of wine, the same handcuffs, and weighted down by this last, a note.
I picked it up, and read: “Drink, boy! Then strip, sit, and lock yourself down like before. I wi
