I'd been living in Grant Circle for about six months before I ever exchanged so much as two words with my neighbor Jennifer.

That all changed one Saturday…. 

"You're trapped," I say to her, pacing around the table so she'll never know quite where to expect me to attack first. "You can't move, you can't see... Bound and blindfolded. You love it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do..." she admits, breathily. Then quickly, she remembers: "...ma'am."

Smack!

"Quicker to remember the 'ma'am' next time," I point out.

"You've always wanted this, haven't you?" I ask her. "To be in bondage... You fantasize about it. Being chained, tied, cuffed, unable to move, to resist... You’ve always imagined yourself in this role, in all your deepest, darkest fantasies, haven’t you?"

"Yes….”