Coming home a few hours early from a company dinner I see your boyfriend's car in the drive parked at a slant. As if he was in a hurry. I think that kids will be kids and at 18 and just back from college for a weekend you are full of life and bubbly with me as well as your friends.
Always seeing you smile and as of late seeing in your face a maturity that comes through in your eyes. You're eyes is what I need to focus on as well since being at the threshold of womanhood has hit you like a bullet train. Your chest defying gravity and your hips making palm trees envious for your swing.
Our walks together evokes stares of envy from every man and jealously from all the women of what you have by genetics.
I pull into the drive way and right up to the garage door as thinking I don't want to move the car when your boyfriend leaves later but all I want is a moment to detox from all the Bullshit of the dinner. people trying to show up each other and pretend that all of this crap matters in the end.
I enter through the back door and into the kitchen. Expecting to hear a TV or at least music but nothing... The house actually in a eerie quiet with darkness that seems to add to it. I open the fridge which lights up the kitchen and I hear a sudden gasp behind me and I turn. It's your boyfriend who looks at me in shock... Standing there holding an old belt it seems. Hey, Tim... how are you? He looks at me and just seems to stumble his response. "Fine, Sir. Just came over to spend some time with Kristine." "That's fine. You're young so enjoy it. You two have plans for the night... or did you do something earlier?" "No... we did nothing.. I think I should be going home." He turns almost at a run as he passes me. I stand there puzzled and seeing he had left his belt behind on the counter. Shit... I think I better bring it up to you so I don't forget. As I walk up the stairs I hold the old belt in my hand and see your door just ajar with a dim light coming from inside.
I push open the door and my breath escapes from me without allowing words to follow from what I see.
You are on your bed naked for all but a pair of very high heels that make your calves seems to stay in a permanent flexed state. A blindfold over your eyes and at the same time holding back your long blonde hair framing your face. Your wrists are loosing tied to your bed posts in binds that I know you can get out of but you playfully rolling your wrists in them. Knees tucked under your belly and ass up high as you turn your head in my direction.
"What took you so long? I have been waiting baby"
