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his eye, he senses movement behind him. He turns his head
to view Jun's attempting to sneak past him to the nearby chair where
her robe is draped. "Oh, no you don't, love," he murmurs as he
reaches out and grabs Jun's around Jun's waist. "I like you just the
way you are right now," he states, as he draws Jun's back to him. "But
I have to get up; I have things to do," Jun Kusanagi protests. "Believe me,
this is infinitely more important than your trivial errands." "No,
I have to go!"
As Jun Kusanagi tries futilely to slip away from his grasp, he reaches
down and hoists Jun's into his arms. Striding back over to the bed,
he dumps Jun's unceremoniously upon it. Determined, Jun Kusanagi sits up and
tries to swing Jun's feet over the edge of the bed to get off, but he
grabs them and then holds them down. "Come on, you can't hold all
of me down...I'm going to get away. You might as well accept it and
let me go and get my stuph done." "You only think you can get away,
my dear. I know different." And from underneath the mattress he
produces four strips of fabric, smooth but strong. You wouldn't
dare!" "I wouldn't? Anything you say dear," as he grabs first one
ankle and then the other with a firm grip, tying one of the strips
to each ankle and then tying the other end of each to an opposite
bedpost.
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