Friday comes along. Driving home from college, I have mixed emotions. I’ll be alone, which is good, but I can’t go in Vickie’s room. I have a feeling she will know If I’ve been in there. She’ll set a thread trap or find a pubic hair or something…
I get home, Mom’s at work (she works later on Friday’s), and Vickie’s home!
“Thought you had Economics Lab this afternoon?”
“Nah, professor was sick.”
“Hmmm.” I said.
“Yeah,” she said. “Hmmm.”
Awkward silence.
“Tell you what,” she says. “Go to your room and put on your gym shorts.”
I went to my room, wondering what the hell this meant.
“Come into my room when you’re done”, she hollers.
I amble in a minute later wearing my shorts and a t-shirt.
“You don’t listen very well. I said gym shorts. Take that shirt off.”
“Fine, jeez…”
I notice she has something in her hand, something chrome, metallic. It looks heavy.
“Lay down on the bed, your head on this pillow”, she indicates.
Ok…
“Left arm up to the headboard. Don’t move.”
Ok…
Swiftly, deftly, she takes the metal from her hands. She clamps a handcuff on my left wrist. I yank my hand down, away from her.
“What the hell, Vickie? Handcuffs?”
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Awesome story