From “Message in a Bottle”:

“At 8pm I was standing in the hallway with my back to the unlocked door.

I was utterly naked, save a blindfold, earplugs and a pair of velcro handcuffs that bound my hands, which I rested on my head.

Now unable to see, I felt thrillingly vulnerable. Lurid fantasies began to spring into my empty mind. What if someone was delivering catalogues and the door swung open? They could be silently staring at me right now! I widened my stance, allowing my invisible audience a better view; then shocked myself at the thought of being discovered by one of the neighbours. How would I ever explain that?

Suddenly, warm breath prickled the back of my neck…”

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