Chapter Seven

With my forgotten soup growing cold, I tried to think back to Tuesday afternoon, when this all started. First of all, I didn't hear a knock, or anyone looking for signs of life in the house for that matter. Surely if someone was going to barge into a stranger's home, they would give a holler to make their presence known. But I don't think most people would come waltzing unannounced into a stranger's house regardless. If someone was here for a professional appointment, they would knock, wait, and then leave if there was no answer. They would probably knock more than once, but I doubt they would take the liberty of actually coming in. Unless they were looking to steal something.

I quickly discounted the thought of a robbery. A thief would either run at the sight of me, or perhaps take advantage of my helpless situation. No, this person had too much control to be a deviant member of society, and they wouldn't have come back.

So was it someone I know? One of Gary's friends, perhaps? This, too, seemed like an unlikely scenario. Gary's friends never came during work hours for one, and most friends wouldn't take advantage of their friend’s wife like that. A neighbor, perhaps?

After running several possibilities through my head, I came up empty-handed. I still had no idea who would come into my house like that, much less see a woman completely tied up and proceed to tease her for the better part of two hours.

Not many men had self control like that, not to mention the time and bedroom skills. He knew what he was doing.

Which brought me back to another very real possibility. Maybe my mystery guest was a woman. The thought both terrified me and, admittedly, excited me somewhat.

Perhaps she was a bi-curious bystander who saw an opportunity for exploration and capitalized on it? That would explain why it never went beyond teasing, why there was no fucking involved. If there was no cock, I couldn't be fucked. I have never thought of being with a woman, and I didn't know how to even begin to come to terms with that possibility.

And why didn't this person say a word? I know if I stumbled upon what they did, I would most likely get the hell out of there, or at least question the trussed up person's motives. Obviously he or she felt compelled to stay, but to not say anything was somewhat odd.

I had to concede that the most likely scenario was someone from the computer company. Talk about a service call! I jumped up to find the phone number, determined to find out who was scheduled to come to our place, but then I realized business hours were over and it would have to wait until Monday. Two and a half long days away.

I was so engrossed in my musings that I didn't hear Gary come in until he was in the kitchen.

“Hi, Hun!” I jumped at his greeting. “Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You don't seem like yourself today, are you alright?” He kissed me on the top of the head.

“Yeah, I'm alright, Gary. Sorry, I haven't been sleeping very well. And I feel a bit restless and distracted with some things going on at work.” Another half truth.

Care to share, Dollface?” Gary and his nicknames. What a guy

“Nah, just boring corporate stuff, I don't want to use up all my gabbing on uninteresting work crap.” Wow, these lies were rolling off my tongue a bit too easily. It made me uncomfortable and I absently rubbed my sore jaw before catching myself and stopping.

Gary laughed. “Well then, let’s pour some wine. I brought home Thai take-out. I wasn't sure if you've eaten, but I'm too hungry to wait for something to be cooked.”

I suddenly realized how hungry I was after abandoning my soup bowl, and the smells that were permeating the room made my stomach growl.

“Sounds great,” I enthused, “and while we eat, I wanna hear all about your hectic week, particularly your appointment with the kidney specialist.”