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Karen's Seen, Part Three
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The following is a work of fiction that contains elements of light
Female Domination and enforced male chastity.
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Karen's Seed (Part 3 of 4)
Chapter 7
I spent the day doing some reading, watched some news
programs on TV, and spent a lot of time thinking about my loins. I
was really enjoying the bondage angle of this arrangement, even
though it occurred to me that I could free myself from the device
with a slice of a knife. I was willing to play along with this new
development and explore this new frontier of sexuality.
I had dozed off in the chair when Karen called.
"Hi, bunny, what's up?" I asked.
"I wanted to.. to let you know ...that I... um...I got bogged
down here for a while." She seemed to feeding me the bad news
slowly.
"How long do you think you will be?" my voice rang with
concern.
"Oh, we are waiting for a proof to come in. It will be arriving
at the airport at 1:00 o'clock, and the couriers will be bringing it right
over. We need to look at it right away because it goes on the press
tomorrow." her explanation dragged on. "I am going to go out to
lunch with Brenda, and we will come back and proof the film so we
can get it to the printer."
This was far more detail than I wanted to hear.
"Are you going to be OK?" she asked with genuine concern.
"I just miss you is all." I said with my best hurt puppy voice.
"I know, I will be home as quick as I can. Be good." she
mocked.
"Yea, OK," I said, "Love you a bunch."
"I love you too, but I gotta run, bye..." she said, her voice
being replaced by the dial tone.
I started surfing the channels and got involved in a couple of
movies, made a little dinner, and generally relaxed when I heard
Karen's car in the driveway.
I went to the doorway and helped her with her coat.
"I really missed you." I said in a whimper, trying to heap on a
little guilt.
"I know, but you don't look any worse off." she saw right
through my little performance. "Everything still safe?" she
questioned as she patted the front of my pants.
"The barn door's closed and locked." I reported.
"Not that I don't believe you..." she said sliding my zipper down
and checking the lock, "but I know you can be somewhat untrustworthy.
I wouldn't want anything happening to my property."
"Never!!" I exclaimed.
"I expect a command performance tonight and you better be
up to it." she said, as I hung her coat up in the closet.
I cannot ever remember her talking to me like that during the
last 10 years of our marriage. This chastity thing was working both
ways. Me, I am always thinking about sex, but she was usually
much more reserved. Her talking about having sexual expectations
for me was a whole new avenue for us.
The rest of the day was pretty much routine, dinner, TV and
heading to bed at the appointed hour.
"David, I was wondering, I had to do quite a bit of walking today
andmy feet are really sore." she confided.
"I would be happy to rub them for you!" I hastily offered.
"That would be great, that's always so relaxing." she sighed.
"Let me get some oil and I will fix you right up." I said nearly
running to the medicine closet.
It usually is a giant turn on for me to rub my wife's feet. She
keeps them in very good condition, everything neatly trimmed and
filed in order to keep from putting runs in her hose. As she relaxed
on the bed, I placed a towel over my lap and began to rub baby oil
on her feet and ankles.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Just wonderful!!" she responded in a dreamy voice. "I'll
give you a week to stop that."
I continued to rub her feet, every once in a while reaching
down to kiss and lick them. She is not too much into foot worship,
but I can usually get away with a little bit of nibbling before she puts
a stop to it.
"Why don't you lay down and let me do something for you."
her voice sounding as smooth as silk.
I laid on my back and she began to kiss and nibble on my
neck, and then headed down to my nipples.
"Boy, those came to life in a hurry!" she exclaimed. My
nipples were firm and hard, and I was starting to become very
excited. She continued to nibble on my nipples then her kissing
attack slowly drifted South. I heard the click of the key in the lock,
and felt the waistband of my device loosen, followed shortly by the
sensation of the sheath being removed from my organ.
"Lay back and close your eyes." she ordered, as I felt an unusual
sensation of friction against my growing member. I opened my eyes to
sneak a peak, and she was stroking my rigid shaft with her oily feet.
"Eyes closed or I stop." she announced, stopping the motion instantly.
I closed my eyes tightly, and once again I felt the incredible
sensation against my hardness.
"Let's pop into the bathroom and get this freshened up," she said
"I got it all messy."
She griped my slipery member tightly as she left the bed. I has no
choice but to follow her into the bathroom.
She ran the sink full of warm water, and proceeded to soap up a rag.
She very seductively washed the whole region down there, and
while she had my rod good and soapy, gave me a dozen or so full
strokes with her hand. My knees were starting to get weak and I
started to get really fired up when she washed off every trace of
soap, and dried the thing very carefully.
"There, nice and tidy." she reported as she sank to her
knees and began to lick the end of my now pristine cock. "Boy,
does that taste good."
"That really FEELS good too." I blurted out.
She began to slowly envelop my hardon in her warm mouth,
while fondling my balls with a free hand. I was about to bust
loose when she firmly grasped the root of my cock, bringing me
back from the edge. I felt her sink to the floor, and I laid down on
top of her. She was so wet that I entered her almost effortlessly,
and I began to slowly move in and out, until I could sense that she
was getting close herself. We kissed each other deeply as we
simultaneously increased the tempo until we both shared a bone
crushing orgasm that seemed to last forever.
"That is one HELL of a precious commodity!" she shrieked
as we both came down to earth. We both laid there in a puddle of
sweat and sex until we regained consciousness.
We gave each other a quick once-over with the warm
washcloth and then fell into a single heap of spent flesh in the
middle of the bed.
Chapter 8
I awoke still clutching Karen in my arms. I woke her with
light kisses on her cheeks and forehead, and finally lightly kissing
her full on the lips.
"That's nice," she mumbled, "but I am going to HAVE to get
up."
I hugged her tightly before allowing her to leave my side.
"Did you sleep well?" she inquired.
"Oh, yes- yes indeed." I replied.
"So did I." she added, "My feet are nice and soft, but my back is
killing me!"
"Well, come the think of it," I admitted, "my knees are a little
sore. I wonder how that happened?"
"I won't tell if you don't" she agreed. "I need to take a shower
and get ready for work." she announced.
"Would you like some company?" I offered.
"NO!!!- much too distracting." she said with a degree of panic
in her voice, "Why don't you go start some coffee?"
"OK- I can tell when I'm not wanted." I groaned heading
toward the kitchen.
We spoke very little over breakfast, but our glances and
smiles spoke volumes to one another. After eating a light
breakfast, I headed in to take my shower while she applied her
make-up. We met up with one another while getting dressed.
"Do you remember what you are supposed to do as soon as
you come home?" her question came out of nowhere.
"Ah- well- I think so." I replied.
"Just remember, everything needs to be fully protected by the
time 6:00 o'clock rolls around." she stated flatly. "I may have to
work a little late so I'm counting on you."
"I think after last night that I am pretty safe, but a deal is a
deal." I agreed.
"I will need to give you a couple of days to rest up, and then
we will see about working up to another harvest," she reported. "I
have been doing some research on this particular seed variety, and
I have a couple of things that I want to try in order to boost
production."
"Give it your best shot." I offered with a hint of reservation in
my voice.
My day went along pretty much as normal, with the exception
of the big grin that I carried around on my face. Nobody
asked me the embarrassing question, "Why are you smiling, did
you get a little last night?", but I know that everyone thought it.
As the end of the day rolled around, I couldn't help thinking about
the duty that lie ahead of me. I was having one of those flip-flop
discussions in my head about why the notion of going home and
strapping myself into the chastity belt appealed to me. It wasn't
necessarily comfortable, and it was a true adjustment in my sexual
freedom, but every time I thought about hearing the lock snap shut,
I got excited. I guess it was a true gift of love, or at least that was
the only excuse that I could make for it.
When I arrived home, I immediately went to the closet and
brought out the device. I seemed to be drawn to it, and I slipped
my stem into the circle of leather which would be it's home until my
wife said otherwise. As I ran the free end of the waist strap through
the buckle and adjusted the tightness, there came the moment of
truth. I saw myself threading the shackle of the lock through the
eyelet, took a deep breath, and pressed the lock together. The
quiet click reverberated in my head as I felt a rush of emotion pulse
up in my groin. "Well, I hope you're happy." I said aloud to no one
in particular, all the time knowing that I was very happy indeed.
Karen came home as I was still examining myself in the
mirror.
"Excellent!!" she praised, "But I need to make a security
check."
She inspected the lock, and checked the waist belt for
tightness.
"Everything looks OK." she announced, "That should
protect the goods from poachers."
"You can poach me anytime." I offered.
"No, I'm sure you need to rest up." she rebuffed, a slight
smile coming across her face.
Our evening consisted of a light supper, and some cuddling
in front of the TV, enjoying one another's closeness.
As bed time rolled around, we took turns in the bathroom.
She was already snuggled down in the covers when I came
finished in the bathroom and came to bed. As I slipped between
the sheets, she whispered,
"I sure enjoyed myself last night, but tonight was kind of
special too."
"Thanks, same here." I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
As I rolled over to go to sleep, I felt her run her hand
between my back and the waist strap of my device, testing it's
tension. We both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 9
The next couple of days were a mixture of pleasure and
torment as I adjusted to the agreement that I had made with Karen.
I obediently returned from work every evening, and strapped
myself into my belt, feeling the sensation of tension and excitement
as the lock snapped closed. Karen would carefully check the the
device each evening, and would release me the next morning with
the key that hung around her neck. By mid-week I found myself
becoming much more excited about the prospect of a harvest, but
Karen did not give any indication as to just when that might happen.
By the time Thursday evening rolled around, I was starting
to get just a little bit tense. I started to dog her around, hugging
and kissing her and trying to get her in the mood for play.
"I'm a little tired this evening, but I can see you are starting
to get a little frisky," she said as we prepared for bed. My heart
leaped as she took the key from around her neck, but then she did
something unexpected. She placed both her hands behind her
back, hiding the key in one of them, and then brought her clenched
hands around in front of me.
"Your choice!" she announced.
I carefully examined both hands, but there was nothing to
indicate which hand contained the key. I was finally forced to
blindly choose.
"Aw, too bad," she mocked as she presented me with the
empty hand. She then opened up the other hand and replaced the
key around her neck. "Now that's what I call bum luck."
"You are just wicked," I hissed.
"Me???" she said with disbelief, "Wicked???"
"Yes, Wicked!!" I emphasized the word wicked, while my
shaft tried in vain to erect inside the leather sheath.
"You have yet to see wicked!" she warned, "Now to bed with
you."
As I settled into bed, I leaned over and kissed her tenderly.
"I like my women wicked." I confided, and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 10
As I came home from work Friday evening, I started to get
excited about the prospect of spending the weekend with Karen. I
dutifully secured myself in the device, but the desire to stroke
myself was becoming increasingly more intense. I quickly closed
the lock before yielding to the temptation.
As usual, after arriving home my wife would carefully check
the security arrangements.
"I thought we would go out for a nice dinner," my wife said,
"What do you think?"
"Fine with me." I replied.
"Let me change my clothes and we will leave." she said,
taking off her blouse. As she removed her blouse, I noticed that
the key that was usually hanging around her neck was missing.
"I hope you didn't loose the key." I stated with alarm.
"Not to worry," she assured, "it is quite safe." We dressed
quickly and headed for the restaurant.
We had a nice dinner and a little wine and exchanged tales
of our day at work. I did sense a little extra excitement not knowing
where the key to my belt was, along with a fairly high level of
excitement that was present anyway.
We returned home late and headed toward the bedroom to
get ready for bed. My mind was running through all of the possible
games that she could play, when she entered the bedroom and
went straight to bed.
"Could you click out the light when you come to bed?" she
asked with a yawn.
"Ahhh, have you given any thought to a little recreation?" I
asked sheepishly.
"Not much at all, but if you would like to help me out, I would
appreciate it." she said, rolling onto her back.
"What about me?" I whined.
"Not too much we are going to do for you." she announced
to my horror, "you see, I left the key in my desk at work."
"How careless!" I announced indignantly.
"Not careless at all," she glanced at me with a stern look,
"just wicked, and you said that you liked it when I was wicked."
My cock was surging against it's restraint as a feeling of
torment washed over me.
After a moment, I burst out laughing. "Yes, I love it when
you're wicked." I said as I smothered her with kisses.
She studied me carefully, "Now, what about that recreation
you mentioned?"
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The following is a work of fiction that contains elements of light
Female Domination and enforced male chastity.
****************************** NOTICE ************************
* If you are offended graphic sexual subject matter or are *
* under the legal age for your jurisdiction, do not read *
* any farther. *
**************************************************************
The Author would appreciate your comments. Flame bait will be
politely ignored.
Karen's Seed (Part 2 of 4)
Chapter 4
By the time I got the girdle off, I was about ready to wet
myself. As my bladder drained, I thought about what I had just
agreed too. Had I really just deeded all of my sperm over to
Karen? I wonder how long that agreement was to last? I needed
to piss so bad, there were some questions I had failed to ask while
I was reviewing the contract. A feeling of exhilaration came over
me knowing that the agreement was binding on both sides. Did
Karen really say that she was going maintain me like some kind of
sperm factory? Why was I so excited about this new development?
Next came macho. Would a real man allow this to happen to him?
I thought about welshing on our agreement. What was she going
to do, take me to court? A blizzard of thoughts continued to bubble
up, but all the while I thought about how exhilarating it was to know
that I wouldn't be able to get any sexual satisfaction until my wife
came home with the key. I thought about being locked up the rest
of the weekend, and not knowing if she was going to choose to let
me come or not. I looked down and saw my soldier standing at
attention.
"What's going on in there?" Karen's voice boomed in from
the other room.
"Just getting everything tucked back in." I said, making the
decision that my body told me was the right one.
I pulled the girdle back up over my swollen shaft, and it
disappeared under the heavy fabric. I laced the thing back up as
best I could, and went back out to Karen.
"This is OK for right now," Karen said, tightening up the
laces and then securing the whole apparatus again with the lock,
"but it is impractical for long term use."
The words 'Long term use' rattled in my mind as my organ
tried in vain to swell under the constricting garment.
"I think that we need to go shopping!" she announced.
Chapter 5
Our shopping trip ended up at one of the local Harness and
Leather stores. I always liked these places, as I loved the aroma of
the stacks of raw leather. There were all of the brightwork pieces,
conchos, beads, and other things needed for leatherworking. I had
assumed that our being there was not for the purpose of making a
purse, and Karen gave me a knowing smile.
"Do you know what you will need to produce a suitable
security device?" she said in a low voice.
"I haven't done any leatherwork since I was in Boy Scouts," I
reported, " but I think we can pick up a few items that may be of
use."
I glanced around and picked up some buckles, rivets and
rivet sets, eyelets and an eyelet tool, a leather knife, and some belt
leather in a couple of different widths. I also got some linen thread
and needles, and awl, and a couple of splits of leather that I
thought would be large enough to provide ample coverage. A
variety of metal rings and a leather punch rounded out our order.
"I will be inspecting your work very carefully when you are
done," Karen whispered. "You have no idea how valuable the thing
is that we are trying to protect and I expect a formidable level of
security."
"It may take a couple of attempts, but I think we will be able
to put something together." I said, working out a design in my head.
I was working out all of the details of a chastity belt that
would consist of a belt with a front shield and smaller straps
running from between my legs and back up to the belt along my
ass. The shield would have a place to to hold my cock pointing in a
downward position, thus not allowing it to get hard. I thought that
would provide a suitable level of frustration for any attempt to
masturbate.
When we got home, I went right to work building our device
while Karen worked up some supper. After an amount of cutting,
fitting, riveting, and sewing, I had fabricated a crude device that I
thought would do the trick.
I went to show the fruits of my efforts to Karen and she
inspected it carefully. She eyed the details with intensity, testing
the rivets for strength, checking over the sewing, and asking
questions about the security arrangements of the device. The
locking mechanism was simple but effective and involved placing
her small padlock through the hole just on the other side of the
buckle. I had carefully eyeleted all of the holes which would allow a
padlock to be attached very securely.
"Time for a fashion show." Karen announced when she was
satisfied with the device.
Karen helped me out of the panty girdle and watched me
very carefully as I fitted on our latest creation.
After some last minute adjustments, I again heard the lock
click shut. My cock was firmly restrained and directed back toward
my asshole, and the waist strap was snug around my waist. The
whole thing seemed like it would be quite effective in doing what
needed to be done.
(YAWN) "I think it is about time for bed." Karen said as she
headed for the bathroom.
When she appeared a few minutes later, she was wearing a
very short nightie which revealed more than it covered. She
slipped under the bedclothes and looked at me like a tiger would
look at her prey. She still wore the key to my chastity belt around
her neck, and she toyed with the key as she looked at me with an
evil glint in her eye.
"You know, you really turned me on this morning when I
came home and caught you playing with yourself. Do you do that
often?"
"I used to," I said, jiggling the lock hanging from my belt, "but
not any more."
"How would you like to come over here and do a little 'Under
Cover' work." she cooed. "If you do a real good job for me, I may
unlock you tomorrow and do a little harvesting."
"Tomorrow??" I whined.
"Yes, tomorrow. I don't know when the last time you did
yourself, and I need to make sure that the seed is fully ripe." came
the matter-of-fact answer.
The full weight of my situation hit me. I was disappointed by
the fact that she was going to make me wait until tomorrow, but I
was excited at the same time. I dimmed the lights, and dove under
the covers and started kissing some of the soft skin that I found
there. I started kissing her feet, then slowly, teasingly started up
her legs. I would kiss, lick, and nibble her softness, as my trapped
member tried to harden inside of the new device. I had done a
very good job, because every attempt for him to stiffen was
frustrated by the leather sheath that he was wrapped in. I had
decided that I was going to make her suffer for this. If I couldn't
come, I was going to take my own sweet time with her.
About this time, my kissing assault had made it up to her
thighs. I surfaced from under the covers and began to kiss her
neck and hair. Karen was becoming excited and her breath was
coming in short gasps. I dropped the straps of her nightie off of her
shoulder and exposed her beautiful breasts. I took my time laving
my tongue over the soft mounds, and started to nibble on the hard
little jewels on the top of those beautiful mountains. I took
turns licking, sucking and tickling her breasts, and slowly my hand
started to edge lower on her body.
My mouth started to move higher and spent some time kissing her
on the neck. The chain holding the key to my device provided
something for me to examine, and I followed it around looking for
the illusive little key. I found the key lying on the bed, and
kissed and nuzzled it.
"Never mind that," her soft voice said, "I have some lips up
here that are in some serious need of kissing."
And kiss them I did. I nibbled around her lips, and sank my
tongue into her beautiful mouth. In the meanwhile, my hand had
reached headquarters and was starting to do some exploring of the
folds of her very wet sex. I continued to tease her with my kisses
and caresses, as she continued to become more and more
aroused by my ministrations.
"I know what you are doing." she said, breathlessly.
"What do you mean?" I replied coyly.
"You are just teasing me, but if you don't get to work pretty
soon, I may just stick this key in the mail and we won't see it again
till the end of the week."
Her words caused a panic in the middle of my body. Man,
did she ever know how to make a threat! I used my hands to lower
her panties, and started to traverse her body with my mouth, this
time in a downward direction. As I reached the center of her body,
I adjusted myself so that I could maximize her pleasure. Still
worried about her earlier threat, I used all of my best techniques
and soon had her writhing with pleasure. A very intense orgasm
washed over like a wave crashing in on the beach.
After she had settled down a little bit, I gave her a light kiss
on the forehead and she looked at me and smiled brightly.
"You are just incredible!" she whispered, and then rolled
over and went to sleep, clutching the key to my pleasure in the
palm of her hand.
"Shit," I said under my breath, "what a day!"
Chapter 6
Sleep came slowly as I reviewed the events of the day. The
tightness around my waist was a continuous reminder of my
predicament, and caused an almost constant attempt at arousal.
The tireless watchman of my stem continued it's grip and
prevented the happening of an erection. A curious pumping
sensation resulted in the constant tug-of-war between my cock and
the new device.
I did not find the arrangement painful, in fact the area soon
become somewhat numb and sleep followed shortly thereafter.
Dreams of Karen dressed in Black Leather, holding a riding
crop and staring down at her bound captive filled me. I woke up to
the a much more intense throbbing beneath the front shield of the
belt. A quick trip to the bathroom soothed the problem. I had
carefully designed the device to not interfere with normal body
functions. Other than the fact that I had to sit and to pee like a
woman, everything seemed to be working fine.
I returned to bed and slipped my body between the sheets.
"Everything OK?" Karen inquired.
"Oh, Yea, everything is fine. I'm just getting a little tense is
all." I said with a sigh.
"That's good! It should make for a fine harvest!" she
chuckled and went back to sleep.
I awoke early, got dressed and went out to start a nice
Sunday breakfast. I was feeling quite loving and wanted to make
Karen something special. I freshly ground some French Vanilla
beans and shortly the fragrance of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I
prowled around in the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs, and
found some other fresh ingredients.
"Omelets- that sounds good." I said to myself as I continued
to rattle around in the kitchen. As I poured out some OJ, I spied
some champagne in the back of the refrigerator. "Mimosas, that
would slide down real nice." I thought as I added a little of the
bubbly to each of the glasses of orange juice. About that time
Karen appeared at the doorway.
"Hi there, glad you could make it." I said, firing the salvo shot
of the day.
"You were making enough noise to wake the dead," she
glared at the growing mess in the kitchen, "what ARE you doing."
"I thought I would make a nice breakfast," was my retort, "I
think I have enough for two."
"I thought maybe that you were cooking for the whole
neighborhood." she spoke as her eyes surveyed the preparations,
"Need any help?"
"I think everything is about ready," I gleefully observed, "let's
eat in the Dining room."
We carried the feast into the Dining room, and engaged in
small talk as we looked over the Sunday paper.
"What do you have to do today?" I asked Karen as she
finished up her breakfast.
"I need to go into work for a couple of hours." came her reply.
"Oh..." my voice trailed off.
"I suppose it will be safe for me to leave you home alone."
she queried.
"Yes indeed, quite safe." I truthfully replied.
"I think that I should check the effected areas for any chafing."
she said, giving me an evil look, "But first let me help you
clean up from breakfast"
After a short while we had the dishes cleaned up and started
the dishwasher running.
"Come with me, big fellow." her eyes sparkled as she spoke,
"I need to check for any damage."
She escorted me into the bedroom after grabbing a couple
of items out of the medicine cabinet. She produced her key,
inserted it into the lock and freed my suffering member. After
taking off the belt, she inspected the area carefully, causing a huge
erection to spring from my midsection.
"I think I see a little redness here." she reported, "We will
need a little first aid." She opened a bottle of baby lotion and
started rubbing it on my throbbing unit.
"If you don't stop that, we are going to have an accident." I
croaked.
"We had better not have an accident," her voice came full of
venom, "You are not ready to harvest yet!"
She shifted her attention to my hairy little sack of jewels.
"There is a little chafing here also." she announced, rubbing
the effected area with the heavy fluid. "You know, it would be a lot
easier for me to inspect the facility if you kept better care of it." her
words were velvety smooth. "The next time you shower, we need
to take care of some of this vegetation."
"What do you mean!!" my voice betrayed my excitement.
"Shave." she said simply. "OK, all done, suit up."
"There is no way," I whined, "I'm hard as a rock. I will never
get that monster into my device."
"I see what you mean, but I need to get dressed and I don't
have time to wait for you to shrink." she said, pulling on her chin.
She grabbed some stockings from her drawer.
"Hands above your head." she ordered, expertly tying my
hands to the headboard. "Now think small while I go get dressed."
"Yea- right." I muttered as I struggled in vain against the
clever restraint. "Damn, you're amazing!"
It seemed like an eternity when she returned fully dressed,
makeup on and hair brushed. I had managed to get the big guy to
shrink, and he lay limp against my leg.
"Good, I won't have to use these." she said, displaying a
pan of water with ice cubes floating on the top, and a rag.
"Thank goodness." I sighed with relief.
She quickly inserted the now flexible lump of flesh back into
it's holster, and tightened the belt around my waist. The lock
clicked shut and I shot an inquisitive look at her.
"I suppose you want me to untie you?" she said in mock
disbelief.
"If you wouldn't mind." I said sweetly.
"Only if you say please." she taunted.
"If you please untie me, I will give you a big kiss." I said,
trying to enrich the deal.
"Certainly, that's the best offer I have had all day." she
cooed as she worked the knots out of the soft material.
True to my word, I gave her a big kiss, and started to
explore her supple body when she twisted out of my grasp.
"Whoa pardner," she said as she slipped away " I don't have
time to get into a clutch with you right now, maybe later."
"Maybe I won't be able to wait until later." I threatened.
"Oh, I don't see where you have too much choice," she
parried, "See you in a little bit."
As the door slammed behind her, my hand shot to my waist
and shook the lock.
"Damn, damn, DAMN."
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