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might need assistance. What if I’d done something wrong? What if the lock got
stuck? The firemen could easily open the door and find me. They wouldn’t have to
break down the door.
    So what could I do now? Could I somehow drag the whole fucking
bed through the room so I could block the door? Not likely.
    The voices grew louder.
    No hunky firemen were in my future. Right when I realized that
I ought to simply shout out, “Don’t come in!” Sonia and Eleanor, a friend of
hers from the debate team, entered my bedroom. They were talking to each other,
so they did not notice me right away. That is, they didn’t notice what I looked
like. Then Sonia sucked in her breath, her friend looked aghast, and I bit my
lip and tried hard not to cry.
    The other woman politely backed out of the room—I’m sure Emily
Post would have approved—but Sonia stood in the doorway, staring. Another person
than I am might have been indignant. A different kind of girl might have
appropriated a what the fuck do you think you’re looking
at? attitude. But that chick wasn’t me.
    “Are you okay?” she finally asked, her voice trembling.
    “Well…” I said, thinking, “Hell, I’ve been better.”
    “Did someone do this to you?”
    Sigh. Yeah. I did. I did because I read
your fucking diary, you nitwit. I did because I wanted to know what it would
feel like to be handcuffed, without having to go through the whole thing of
finding a boyfriend and begging him to use bondage tools on me. Men don’t
offer things up like this to me every day. I’m not you.
    I shook my head.
    “Do you want me to unlock you or leave you alone?”
    Did I really have to explain to her about the ice lock? I took
a deep breath. “Don’t worry about me,” I said, before adding, “but maybe you
could cover me up.” She looked as if she didn’t want to step too close to me. I
wanted to tell her that I wouldn’t bite, and she didn’t have to worry anyway,
not with me bound down. Reluctantly she came close enough to spread the quilt
over my body. Then she sat at the foot of my bed and stared at me. I saw
confusion in her eyes. At least, that was better than pity.
    “I wanted to know,” I said, as she seemed to expect some type
of explanation.
    “Know what?”
    “What being bound would feel like.”
    Had she made the mathematical mental connection? Her diary plus
my fantasies equaled intense orgasms.
    “Well, what does it feel like?”
    Wow, for once Sonia wasn’t spouting platitudes at me. She
wasn’t telling me I should get in my light and do my work. She wasn’t explaining
the dangers of kinky sex. Instead she looked truly interested in what I had to
say.
    I stammered, “I like the sensation.” I’d have liked it a whole
lot better if Jules had been between my thighs, but I kept that part to
myself.
    * * *
    Nothing happened after that. I waited until I could free
myself, and then I freed myself. There was no way I was going to get off
tonight. I was so mortified that I didn’t even leave my bedroom until I was sure
that Sonia’s guest had departed and Sonia had gone to sleep. Except, as I was
brushing my teeth, I thought I heard soft noises from Sonia’s room. Noises I’d
never heard before. These weren’t the sounds of a heated debate.
    Not unless a heated debate sounds a lot like fucking.
    “Oh, God,” I heard in a stagelike whisper, then louder, “Oh,
my, God!”
    I paused, and then realized my electric toothbrush was still
running. Quickly I pressed the button to turn off the brush. I wanted to hear
everything I possibly could. Sonia’s normally recognizable voice sounded
extremely unrecognizable. There was lust, passion, arousal in her moans.
    Should I come closer? Press myself up to her door and try to
peek? No. I’d been caught by her already today. I didn’t want to flip the
situation and catch her. Still, I couldn’t wait to read her diary the next
day.
    But when I went to look in the morning, the book wasn’t
there.
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