All I had to do was work my way around the table or climb over it and lift the table slightly. My immediate thought was that this was stupid. After that she snapped the other end around something under the table, presumable the table leg. I had to stand to reach across the table to her and watched as she snapped the handcuffs around my wrist. "Hold these," she said, tossing the larger set to Roy. "As you say, why not?" she agreed, and turned around and fished the cuffs out of the drawer. Mary seemed to consider that for a moment or two and then shrugged. "Do you mean we should give her a proper demonstration of how they can be used?" "If you don't she'll probably be wondering if we chain the kids up to the wall when they misbehave," he observed. Roy must have seen that I was still a trifle puzzled because he told Mary she'd probably have to show me. "Oh, they're a disciplinary aid," she said airily, dismissing them as on no particular concern. "Um, Mary," I ventured, "I was looking for some scissors earlier and tried your junk drawer and there are these pink handcuffs in there. Like an idiot, I promptly asked what they were for. It wasn't until after the coffee when Roy asked his wife where something was and she said in the junk drawer that I remembered. I must admit that I'd forgotten all about the handcuffs at that stage. When the Adams's got home we all had a cup of coffee in the kitchen. My second thought was, if they're sex toys, why aren't they in the bedroom where they'd be used? I didn't have an answer but I knew who did. His and hers pink fluffy handcuffs? What would they use them for? I know, I know, you're thinking sex toys. Oh, they were of different sizes, one set noticeably larger than the others. I thought they were kid's toys at first but when I picked up a set it was quite heavy and a quick check showed me that it was a real pair of handcuffs, just covered with pink fur. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs, complete with keys. What I found in there was a little puzzling. You don't know where to put something so it goes into the general junk drawer. They were out, the kids were asleep, and I was thoughtfully browsing through the general junk drawer in the kitchen. So there I was, sitting for Mary and Roy Adams. No, I just snoop through the various drawers and cupboards in the rest of the house. I'm not sure I want to know the sort of things I might discover in there. Mind you, I don't go into the parent's bedrooms. It's also quite surprising what you find at times. I like looking around people's houses when they're out and the kids are asleep.
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