Part 3 - I’ll Never Tell
Dan hadn’t heard from Alice all week. This resulted in the conflicting feelings of concern and relief. It was good to get back to normal, work, dinner out with Jordan, sex Friday night. But in the back of his mind was the fear that Alice had gone back on her promise not to do any self bondage without informing him first. The urge to knock on her door-just to check on her, was strong.
It was Saturday morning and he was just finishing his coffee. Jordan was going shopping for the day with friends so he basically had the day to himself. He fully intended to spend it watching old sci-fi movies that Jordan hated. The nineteen fifty seven “Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas” had come up on his watch list. He was just contemplating a second cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door.
Dan debated on grabbing a robe before answering. “Fuck it,” he grumbled. “If someone is bothering people this early they get boxers.” He shambled to the door and pressed his eye to the peephole. In the hallway, Velma from Scooby Doo waited.
Dan stepped back, rubbed his eyes and looked again. No mistaking those glasses and that hair. Uncertain why animated characters were now infesting his hallway he opened the door a few inches to get a better look. “Can I help you?” he asked doubtfully.
In response a steaming cup of coffee was thrust through the gap. “Wasn’t sure what you like, so I got it black,” came the voice from the hall. “I’ve got donuts too,” said the Velma simulacrum in the voice of Alice. She pushed on the door with her elbow.
Dan felt the door give way before him. He really should be telling the intruder to go away. But he stumbled backwards on suddenly weak knees while Rod Serling did a voice over, “You’re traveling through another dimension- a dimension of not only sight and sound but of mind.”
Velma/Alice pushed into the apartment. In one hand she held a box of half-dozen donuts. A cup of coffee balanced daringly on the flimsy lid. She looked appraisingly at Dan. “I’m sorry-did I get you up?”
Dan looked down at himself. A flush of embarrassment colored his face. “Lemme get some pants on,” he said as he fled to his bedroom.
Dan quickly dressed. He was due for some laundry duty, so the jeans he wore were retrieved from the hamper. They passed a cursory sniff test. At least he had a clean tee shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping he didn’t look like Doc Brown in Back to the Future.
Alice had made herself at home, setting out two cups of coffee and positioning the donuts between them. Dan watched her as he approached. Her cosplay was quite impressive. He half expected to see the rest of the animated gang come bursting through the door any minute.
Figuring he ought to get things out in the open, Dan started with an apology. “Listen, I’m really sorry about the other night. I meant to come right over but got tied up.” He winced inwardly at the awkward turn of phrase.
Velma/Alice interrupted him, “Are you kidding? That was freakin’ awesome.” Dan looked at her in confusion as she continued. “I mean there I was, blindfolded and completely helpless and I had no idea as to when or if you were coming to rescue me. It was the hottest thing I’ve done in forever.” She paused to let her words sink in. “That’s why I came over to say thank you.”
Dan felt his world doing that slow reality shift thing. Perhaps he should pour a cup of coffee for ol’ Rod when he showed up for his next voice over? “Meet Daniel Morgan, a normal man with very abnormal neighbors.”
“So you’re happy I was late getting to you?” Dan asked in confusion.
“Look, when I do my own thing I know how long the light timer is going to take or how quickly the ice melts,” Alice explained. “But when I was waiting there for you, trying to find some way to ease the strain of my predicament-I felt like I was totally at your mercy!”
“Aaannnd that was a good thing?”
“You have no idea,” Alice said earnestly. Letting Dan digest that if he could, Alice changed tact. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” she asked as she snatched up her shoulder bag.
“There’s a bathroom in the hall,” Dan started to say when Alice headed towards the bedroom. “Or you can use the one in my bedroom,” he said quietly to himself as she disappeared through the bedroom door.
Dan stared at the coffee cooling in its styrofoam cup. He’s agreed to help protect his neighbor from her self imposed bondage predicaments. And when he’d failed to do that adequately, leaving her tied up much longer than either had intended-she was grateful. It didn’t make any sense. Nor did his body’s reaction when he reviewed the image in his mind’s eye of Alice tied to the chair, blindfolded and gagged.
Alice hummed happily to herself as she slipped into the master bathroom. She pushed the shower curtain back and surveyed the space. It was just like her own apartment in reverse, a shower/tub combination. But best of all, a towel bar at the back of the shower- one that was solidly bolted to the wall studs.
Dropping the lid to the toilet Alice sat down and opened her bag. From it she extracted two black wash cloths. Humming quietly to herself, she wrapped each wrist in a layer of terrycloth, holding them in place with a bit of tape.
A red ball gag emerged from the bag. Alice pressed the ball back between her teeth before wrapping the strap around her head. She took care to slip it under her Velma wig of straight brown hair. She then groped about until she could slip the padlock through the gag’s buckle, locking it in place.
Alice kicked off her shoes. Standing up, she placed her handbag on the toilet. She stepped into the tub, grateful that it was dry. She wouldn’t get her knee socks wet. The last items to come out of hiding were two pairs of steel handcuffs.
Smiling around her gag, Alice locked one set of cuffs on each wrist. The washcloths padded them, even when she squeezed them snugly against her wrists. She knew how badly steel could bite at flesh. The free ends of each cuff dangled at her side as she pressed her back to the shower wall.
Reaching up, Alice found the towel bar at her shoulders. One cuff was slipped around the bulbous end of the bar and ratcheted tightly down. The second cuff was a bit trickier, as she only had one free hand. But when she was finished “Velma” was securely bound with her hands at her shoulders and her mouth locked behind a gag. Now she only had to wait for rescue.
Dan stared down into the dregs of his coffee. He thought of making a pot to replenish the donut shop’s brew, but decided he’d wait until Alice returned from the bathroom. He drained the last of the cup. Glancing at the microwave clock he realized that Alice had been in his bathroom for almost twenty minutes. That was odd. But then again everything about his neighbor was odd.
He waited another five minutes. It was definitely time to check on his uninvited guest. Crossing to the bedroom he approached the door of the master bath like a character in a slasher film. Knocking tentatively on the door he called, “Alice, you okay in there?” The muffled moan that came back to him through the thin wood sent a chill down his spine.
“”I’m coming in,” Dan called out with more conviction than he felt. He pushed the door open. “Oh fuck!” he breathed. There before him was a living iteration of a cartoon character, handcuffed in the shower. She looked at him with pleading eyes as she mumbled, “Help me” around her gag.
The act of speaking allowed a small stream of saliva to escape the corner of her mouth. It dribbled off her chin, marking its passage on the mustard colored sweater pulled taut across Alice’s breasts.
Dan gaped. He was aware of a sudden tension in the crotch of his jeans. The way Alice’s chest thrust forward, one knee sock covered foot rubbing against the other brought a lump to his throat.
But before libido could grab the steering wheel and drive his life into a ditch brain snapped on cruise control. Adjusting himself as if to downshift Dan said, “Alice, you can’t do shit like this.” It was his best “disappointed parent” voice- the one his mother used when he told her that he wasn’t planning on getting married anytime soon. “Now where are the keys?” he demanded.
A garbled version of, “I’ll never tell” escaped Alice’s gag- along with another stream of drool.
Dan grabbed a handful of his own hair. “Oh, fuck me,” he groaned in frustration.
“Hokay,” came Alice’s giggling response.
Looking around the small room Dan spied Alice’s bag. He seized it, dumping the contents on the floor. “Are they in here?” he asked as he sorted through the scattered contents. There were keys. But a quick examination showed that there were no handcuff keys. Bits of makeup and a small change purse were quickly examined and pushed aside.
One item puzzled him. It looked like a garage door opener, except it was pink. It had a power button and two other buttons marked “+” and “-“. “What’s this thing,” Dan asked as he held it up. He watched in surprise as Alice’s eyes opened wide. She frantically shook her head, “no.”
Dan stood up, leaning in close to the shackled woman. He held the little device before in front of her face. He finally felt as if he had some leverage with his unintended hostage. “So you don’t want me to push this?” he asked as his finger hovered over the power button.
Alice’s response was a panicked looking shake of her head.
“Then tell me where the keys are.”
Alice returned a defiant glare. “Uh uh,” she mouthed.
“Fine, you asked for it,” Dan said. He had no idea what the device did. But he was getting desperate to end their little foray in the twilight zone. He pressed the button.
The effect was immediate. Alice let out a gagged wail of surprise. Her thighs immediately clamped together while her backside pressed against the shower wall. Dan immediately killed the power, shocked by her sudden reaction.
Staring down at the little device in his hands Dan began to fit the puzzle pieces together. The pink silicone covering suggested that this controlled something far more intimate than a garage door. Experimentally he pressed the button again. Alice again clamped her thighs together, although she did not cry out. Dan toggled the negative button. This seemed to allow Alice to relax a bit.
Dan looked up at the woman who had chained herself in his shower. “Is this a vibrator control? He asked curiously.
Alice lifted her chin defiantly. She shook her head, “No.”
“Oh, so it doesn’t matter if I do this,” Dan said as he rapidly toggled the plus symbol on the remote. He was rewarded with Alice once again clamping her thighs together. He realized that without the washcloths around her wrists Alice would be tearing her skin on the steel cuffs as she pulled against them.
“Well, I’m certainly glad this isn’t a vibrator remote,” Dan said sarcastically. “Because if it was you’d be in for quite a ride.” He toyed with the buttons, feeling a surge of power at the control he now had. He watched as Alice writhed in her restraints, little moans escaping her gag.
Alice vacillated between heaven and hell. She was a helpless captive. The vibrator inside her drove her relentlessly towards climax. Dan had found the remote just as she had hoped. And he was now using it in the hope of getting her to reveal the location of the handcuff key. The thought of him, idly selecting settings to torment her was enough to push her over the edge.
Dan’s mouth hung open as Alice climaxed. Never one to watch porn, his exposure to a woman’s orgasm had been secondary to his focus on his own. Now he watched in fascination as Alice arched her back and wailed into her gag. He thought briefly of how Jordan would respond to such a device. But she thought toys in the bedroom were “dirty.”
The remote was sweaty in Dan’s palm as Alice sagged against the wall. He almost turned the little device off. But the voice in the back of his head said, ‘Let’s see what happens if we don’t.’ So he watched as Alice recovered. She shifted uneasily, obviously uncomfortable as the little device continued stimulating her. Feeling an odd sense of power Dan said, “You can tell me where the key is anytime.”
Alice almost laughed into her gag. She knew the discomfort would soon give way to pleasure as overtaxed nerve endings reset. She’d done it to herself enough times with her self-bondage escapades. But having someone else control the action was absolutely delicious.
Dan watched her climax a second time, noticing that it took longer than the first. He thought again of his girlfriend, who was a “one and done.” There was a measure of guilt, knowing that he was playing with a chained girl in his bathroom. But it wasn’t like he was having sex with her. He was simply trying to get information. The bulge in his pants had absolutely nothing to do with the situation.
Alice was slowly approaching her third orgasm. Dan had the feeling that she would keep doing it until the batteries died. As interesting as that sounded he needed to get her out of his apartment. He turned the intensity down to low, eliciting a disappointed whine from Alice.
Dan set the remote on top of the toilet tank. He stood and faced the shackled woman. “Not as much fun when you can’t cum?” he asked archly. Her response was the classic ‘doe eyes’. The look, far from eliciting sympathy brought Dan a surge of power. He had the sudden urge to grab Alice by the hair and threaten her with worse punishments.
Dan gave himself a mental shake. The idea of tormenting his neighbor had come unbidden to his mind. Worse still, it seemed that certain parts of his body were totally in favor of the idea. Swallowing the lump in his throat he croaked, “I’ll just let you think about that for a few minutes. He fled the bathroom, surreptitiously adjusting himself as he went.
Alice would have laughed out loud if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with a ball. The thrill of being helpless was made even sweeter by Dan’s discomfort. She sensed his desire to take control of her. But he was too much the ‘nice guy’ to do it. She sighed, coming to grips with her spoiled orgasm and the slow throb of the vibrator tucked inside of her.
Dan stalked back to the kitchen. He was annoyed with the current mess his morning had become. He picked up his cup, saw that it was empty. Alice’s cup sat nearly full. “Well she’s not going to drink it,” he muttered to himself. He took a sip. The liquid was cold and bitter. “Cold,” he grumbled. But the word hit his brain and opened a door to a darker place. In his mind a voice hissed, “Cold.”
Alice was shifting her thighs, one against the other when Dan returned. His smile seemed fixed and brittle. “Last chance to tell me where the keys are,” he said quietly. She raised her chin defiantly, giving him a curt shake of her head.
“Have it your way,” Dan said through gritted teeth. Alice half expected a slap from him and wondered if she’d pushed him too far. Instead he went to the opposite end of the tub. He pushed the shower head upwards before reaching down to the control knob.
Alice had only a moment’s recognition before a blast of cold water hit her in the chest. A shocked scream escaped her, muffled by the gag. She twisted her body, trying to escape the icy stream.
“They say it’s not bad once you get in,” Dan snarked. He reached up to adjust the shower head, following Alice’s writhing body. A part of him delighted in her squeals of protest, the sight of her sodden clothing clinging wetly to her body. He switched the selector on the shower to massage. The water came out in icy pulses, slapping against Alice’s frame.
Dan watched as Alice struggled to escape the frigid onslaught. He knew the water would get colder as the subsurface pipes moved the chilled liquid up into the apartment. He felt that he should shut the water off, that this was needlessly cruel. But the other part of his brain told him, ‘she had her chance, this is what she gets.’
The buzz of the door intercom startled Dan .He looked at Alice, with her clothes clinging to her curves, twisting in her bonds. His hand hovered over the shower control. He pulled it away with a brittle smile. “I’ll be right back,” he said smugly. “Enjoy yourself.”
Ignoring Alice’s squeal of protest Dan crossed to the apartment door. The intercom, linked to the build’s front door was buzzing angrily. Pressing the talk button Dan called out, “Who is it?”
“I have to pee.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dan, open up. I have to pee and I forgot my key,” came the whining response. It was Jordan.
Dan’s heart began to hammer in his chest. The erection he’s been sporting whilst tormenting Alice wilted. He knew Jordan had a thing about not using public restrooms. So now she wanted to use his. Unfortunately his bathroom was occupied by a soggy handcuffed woman.
“Dan, did you hear me?” came the irritated query.
Pressing the button to unlock the lobby door Dan stumbled through, “Uh, yeah come on up.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK,” Dan muttered as he raced to the bathroom. He reached in and shut off the water. Alice looked like a very angry wet cat. “My girlfriend is on her way up. You have to tell me where the keys are so I can get you out of here!”
Alice’s response was to flip him the ‘double bird.’
“Shit,” Dan moaned. “Then at least be quiet,” he said as he pulled the shower curtain closed. He sprinted towards the front door as an insistent knocking began.
The door opened and Dan was swept away in a minor avalanche of women. Jordan and her three friends boiled into the apartment, chattering and laughing. Dan’s eyes widened as Jordan headed towards his bedroom. “Wait!” he called.
Jordan turned, “I gotta go!”
“Uh, that one’s broken. Use the guest one,” he stammered.
“Broken?”
“Yeah,” Dan said, warming to the lie. “Backed up this morning. Trust me you do not want to go in there.”
Jordan rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll use the tiny one.” She marched herself to the little half bath off the hallway. Dan turned to see the other girls congregating around the dining table. “Ooh, donuts,” one exclaimed.
Dan’s heart spasmed as he spied the two coffee cups sitting on the table. He swooped in, shoving the half empty donut box at the intruders. “Just had a craving this morning,” he said as he snatched up Alice’s cup. “But you’re welcome to what’s left.”
They descended on the box like a murder of crows, eagerly pecking at the remains. They chattered and complained about the weight they would be gaining and crooned appreciatively at the sweet confections. It gave Dan the time he needed to dump Alice’s coffee.
He was just putting the lipstick stained cup into the trash when Jordan returned. “Whew, that’s better,” she sighed. Her face clouded at the sight of the donut box. “Since when do you eat that junk,” she said accusingly.
‘Oh, they were a gift from the girl I’ve got shackled in my shower,’ is what he wanted to say. Instead he opted for, “Just had a craving, I guess.”
“Well, come on with us. We’ll get you some real food,” was Jordan’s take charge response.
Dan was almost immune to shock at that point. But at least the lies were coming easier to him. “Oh, I’d love to go, but I don’t have anything to wear.” Even to him, the lie sounded lame.
“I’m sure you’ve got something,” was the no nonsense response from Jordan. She headed for the bedroom, intent on finding him a clean shirt. Dan was paralyzed. Had he closed the bathroom door?
He stood there sweating whilst Jordan rummaged through his closet. Seeing her emerge from the bedroom with a button down shirt whose colors he hated caused a sigh of relief.
“You do need to get that toilet fixed. It really stinks in your room,” Jordan said as she handed him the shirt. “Do you feel alright? You’re sweating,” she said, eying him critically. “Probably all that sugar. You know you can’t eat that stuff.”
Dan reluctantly donned the proffered shirt. His mind raced. He couldn’t just leave Alice chained up in his shower, especially with a gag locked into her mouth. But how could he escape from Jordan and her friends without giving away his secret?
In the end he hit upon the plugged toilet story. “I’m waiting for the super to come up and unplug the toilet,” he lied. “I’ve got to be here to let him in.”
Jordan gave him a withering glare. “Hellooo-he’s got a key. He can let himself in.” She paused, changing to a little pout, “Unless you don’t want to go with me?”
Dan suppressed a sigh. At that moment he’d rather have his head nailed to the table than go with the giggling gaggle. “No, of course I want to go. It’ll be fun.” ‘And hopefully I won’t come home to a dead girl in my shower,’ he thought.
Alice, cuffed to the shower bar, had listened to the muffled conversation. She thought of making some noise just to torment Dan-payback for soaking her in the cold shower. But the chance of discovery was too great. It wasn’t that she was worried about herself. Dan’s life would be turned upside down if she were discovered. And he was too nice a guy to hurt like that.
The sound of conversation died. There was the distinct sound of the front door closing. Alice imagined that Dan would return to finish his “interrogation”. She would probably tell him where the key was. She was getting chilled from the soggy sweater that hung on her chest.
As the minutes ticked by and Dan didn’t appear Alice imagined a darker scenario. Dan had left with his girlfriend. He had left her helpless in his shower, cold and wet. A chill began to settle in her flesh. Alice started to shiver.
Dan walked quickly down the street. He pointed out several eateries known for their breakfast fare. But Jordan and her posse had their heart set on a place that was very vegan and chic. When they complained about the pace he was setting he simply told them that he was very hungry.
There was a wait of twenty minutes when they arrived. Dan eyed his watch nervously. How long had Alice been alone? It wasn’t an hour yet. She’d done an hour in self bondage before, he told himself. She would be fine. He even said to himself, ‘Serves her right for being a brat,’ but that did little to ease his anxiety.
As the minutes ticked by Dan’s anxiety grew. He eyed the people in the restaurant lingering over empty plates, willing them to up and leave. Still they called for refills on coffee, chatting amiably. Dan wanted to scream at them, “Don’t you people have somewhere to be!” Apparently they didn’t. But he did. Visions of Alice choking on her gag, or tired legs buckling filled his mind.
“Oh damn,” Dan said as he pulled out his phone. He had hit upon a risky strategy. But he was desperate.
“What’s the matter, Honey,” asked Jordan.
Dan held his phone to his ear. “It won’t?” he said into the silent phone. “You can’t?” He sighed before answering in a defeated voice, “Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“That was the super,” he lied as he pocketed the phone. “His master key won’t open the apartment door for some reason.”
“That’s weird,” Jordan replied. “I thought master keys opened every door.”
“Yeah, well his must be worn or something. Anyway he needs me to open the apartment for him.”
“Honeeey,” Jordan whined, “We’ve almost got a table. Couldn’t you tell him to come back later?”
“He leaves early today. If I don’t let him in the toilet stays plugged till tomorrow.”
“Ugh, how gross! I guess you better go then.” Jordan paused. “How about I pick you something and bring it by?”
“NO, I mean- I don’t want to spoil your shopping day. I can get something after the bathroom problem is resolved. You just go have fun.”
Jordan reached up and kissed him. “Aww, you’re so sweet. I’ll pick you out a nice shirt, okay?”
“Yeah, great. Well I better run, Bye girls, have fun,” he said as he turned and strode briskly down the sidewalk. As soon as he was out of their sight Dan broke into a run.
Alice was cold and tired. The icy dunking had left her wet through and through. She didn’t even have the company of the little vibrator. Its batteries had worn down, leaving it a dead lump of plastic and silicone.
The shivering had gotten worse. The cuffs jangled against the towel bar as Alice’s arms shook. Her teeth could not chatter, but still worked against the ball in her mouth. And she was so tired. She only wanted to rest. Slowly Alice retreated to that inner “head space” that she found during a long session.
Dan did not wait for the elevator. Winded as he was from the run back to his apartment he attacked the emergency exit stairs two at a time. When he reached the landing for his floor his breath came in hard gasps. Lights flashed before his eyes as he clung to the door handle.
“Don’t pass out now, Clark,” he panted. “Lois needs you.”
Thinking that Superman gets to fly to the rescue Dan pushed himself down the hall. He had a moment of panic as he searched for his keys but got the door open. He rushed through the apartment to the master bath.
Yanking back the shower curtain Dan’s stomach did a backflip. Alice, her knees buckled, hung from the towel bar by her cuffs. Her skin was a pallid white and her lips showed a terrifying blue against the red ball gag.
“SHIT, shit, shit, shit,” Dan cried as he reached for the girl. “Alice? Alice, can you hear me?” he called desperately.
Alice, suspended in some deep, dark dungeon, heard a voice calling her. But she was warm at last, and so very tired. She wanted to tell them to go away but for some reason her mouth wouldn’t work.
Dan’s heart soared at the little moan that escaped her. He turned on the hot water, directing a stream at the chilled woman. Her protesting cry as the water touched her icy skin was a welcome sign. “Sorry about that, but it’ll keep you warm until I can get you out of this.” He muttered to himself, “Great, now I sound like fucking Han Solo.”
Dan stepped into the shower and began peeling off Alice’s Velma outfit. He pushed the soaking sweater up over her head, letting it bunch around her cuffed hands. He felt a bit weird about removing her bra. But it too was cold and wet. He needed to get it off.
It was only when Dan pulled down Alice’s skirt that the mystery of the missing key was solved. Her canary yellow panties had gone translucent with the water. As the skirt sagged about her ankles Dan could see the pink tail of the vibrator and just above that the outline of a key.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe this,” Dan growled as he tugged off the panties. There, taped low on her belly was the handcuff key. He quickly peeled off the tape and reached for the handcuffs.
The sweater was tangled about Alice’s wrists. Dan cursed himself for not starting with Alice’s skirt. But he pulled it away and fitted the key into the lock. Alice sagged as her right wrist was freed. Dan had to hold her up with one arm whilst working the key into the other cuff. The steaming hot water played over their bodies as he worked, soaking them both.
Dan eased Alice out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor. Despite the hot water she had begun to shiver again. Dan stopped only long enough to turn off the water before he turned to the distressed woman. He quickly discarded the last of her outfit. Brown wig and yellow knee socks were tossed aside. ‘She’d be cute in just the wig and socks,’ came a voice from the darker corner of his mind. But Dan had no time for that. He grabbed a towel, rubbing vigorously. There was nothing erotic about his actions. He simply wanted her warm and dry as quickly as possible.
Slowly Alice’s color began to return. She moaned, reminding Dan of the gag still in her mouth. He quickly reached for her discarded panties. The padlock key was there, having slipped out of the tape. It must have been nestled down between her legs the whole time, Dan thought. He unlocked the gag and pried the ball from between her teeth.
Dan raised Alice from the floor. Her skin was still cold to the touch. Supporting her like a drunk, he urged her into the bedroom. She staggered across the floor, barely able to walk. Dan held her with one arm, peeling back the covers of his bed with the other. He eased Alice down onto the bed before pulling the blanket back up over her.
Dripping wet himself, Dan sloshed back to the bathroom. He stripped off his jeans and poured the water out of his sneakers. After wrapping himself in a towel he gathered up the mass of wet clothes. He tossed them all into the tub. They would have to go down to the laundry room for drying, but that would have to wait.
Returning to the bedroom Dan could see Alice trembling beneath the blankets. Her core must still be cold, he thought. He had no extra blankets. His answer to a chilly night had always been to turn up the heat. But that would not be very effective in this bizarre situation. A hot cup of coffee would be the thing. Unfortunately Alice was too exhausted to drink.
Feeling like a bit of a creep, Dan peeled back the covers long enough to slip beneath them. He eased himself up against Alice’s back, pressing the warmth of his body against her. He gingerly wrapped his arms about her. ‘It’s only to keep her warm,’ he said to himself.
Dan could feel the chill fade from Alice’s limbs. The woman stirred, turning in the bed until she faced him. “You saved me,” she said in a breathy whisper. Slipping an arm around Dan’s neck, she pulled herself hard against him. “How can I ever repay you?”
Dan knew the right answer. But the right answer wasn’t pressing itself against the suddenly awakened libido. Ignoring the little voice in the back of his mind yelling, ‘Condom! Condom!’ Dan rolled Alice onto her back. “I’ll think of something,” he told her.