Another kind of Rrain
His hands sliding along her thigh are cool, gentle, unyielding. She Closes her eyes, unbidden, and studies the backs of her eyelids, Waiting. “Smooth,” he murmurs, and kisses her ankle, just above the binding. “Fuck you,” she answers, barely audible. He pauses. “Open your eyes,” he says. She screws them closed Tighter for a moment, then does as he asks. The room is filled with Warm light, a dozen candles flickering. It is her own living room, But she doesn’t recognize it, doesn’t recognize...