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was next to me; at least, I rolled over as quickly as I could,
given the state of my arms and legs. It was Roger! I kneed him
awake, but not before I noticed that he was bound the same way I
was. That was odd -- cable ties are hard to fasten one-handed;
it wasn't at all clear that he could have bound his hands behind
his back that way. In fact, on closer inspection, his arms were
held together even more tightly than mine; the connecting tie was
extremely tight. Could he have done it to himself? I had no
idea. Of course, I immediately asked him when he'd arrived, and
what was going on. Alas, I got no satisfaction.
"I got in late last night. Staying at my sister's place was no
fun, so I left early and headed out here. When I got here, you
were sound asleep. You were tied up, but that's not unusual; I
know you like to play by yourself when you're alone." I nodded;
that was quite true. In fact, he does to. Sometimes we amuse
each other by each binding ourselves before we try to make love.
Roger continued, "I was tired enough that I didn't feel like
waking you. So I just went straight to sleep myself. I have no
idea who tied me up."
A lovely story, but was true? I told Roger what had happened to
me. He was visibly turned o
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