I'd first met her two years before when I'd been a TA for a sophomore Shakespeare course. I'd considered fetishhell asking her out hell then fetish, but there are pretty strict fetish rules about such things, even for Teaching Assistants. And, of course, I fetish'm a pretty shy fetish sort myself. For whatever the reason, I'd blown my chance to get fetishhell to welcome know her better then fetish, and fetish hadn't seen her since.

Brenda paused just inside the door and turned back to me uncertainly. "Fred," she said to fetish me, "this is The Great Menlo ." She raised a hand slightly, indicating her companion fetish. The guy was dressed in fetishhell grey slacks, a double-breasted fetishhell blue fetish blazer, and a white turtleneck shirt. He must have used half a can of mousse; not a hair was fetish out of place. His broad smile showed a mouth full of fetishhell straight, white, perfect teeth fetishhell.

"Mind if we hell come in fetish a minute, Freddy?" he continued smoothly. "I'm a magician and hypnotist, appearing at the Student fetish Union Theater this week. Maybe hell you fetish've heard about it?" He looked at me questioningly fetish and fetishhell the smile fetish faded fetish for a moment. "Guess not fetish. Well, I'd like to fetish show you something." He stepped over to Brenda, put a hand lightly on her back and led her through the foyer into my living room.

"Shhh ," he scolded lightly. "Just look into fetish my fetish eyes and relax fetish. That's right. Just relax. You know what's going to happen , don't you? Just fetish let it happen fetish. That's right. Relax."

I was shocked out fetish of my violent fetish reverie fetish when Brenda opened her eyes and looked about her, but her gaze seemed to bore right through me hell without hell any sort fetish of recognition. Then she turned fetishhell, looked at the couch, calmly walked over to it, lay fetishhell down and closed her eyes again.

"Oh, we had a fetish little fun." He grinned broadly and gave me a fetishhell little, knowing wink. "Kind of a mousy little girl; intelligent as hell, but that type is always a sure bet in hell my business. It's the fantasy of the whole thing. They practically go under fetish by themselves." He looked fetish at her as fetish if she were fetishhell medium -sized trout hell, caught on a fishing trip with the boys. "This one's fetish a little short welcome in the fetish experience department, but I fetish'm sure you can remedy that, huh, Freddy?" He winked fetish again, then brought his hands welcome up and cupped fetish them in front of his chest. "Nice body!"

"Rape?" he screamed. "Christ, Freddy fetish. You got it all wrong fetish. Everything fetish was completely ..." He groped for the word. "... consensual."

"Shit, yes! She wanted it more than I did!"

"Are you fetish okay fetishhell?" I asked fetishhell softly.