The Bet
The Bet By Teaser For the umpteenth million time, I looked over at the clock. And for the umpteenth million time, I couldn't tell what time it was. It faced the wall. All the clocks in the bedroom had been turned to face the wall. The blinds turned down, curtains drawn. The only illumination came from a series of candles placed around the room. The lighting was sufficient, but was intended more for the mood, than reading. I pulled on my bonds again. As I expected, they held...