*I tried. I really tried* Liza reassured herself as she assessed her predicament.
Mr. Milton and Mr. Leash were leaning against the wall talking in whispered tones. The occasional chuckle reached her ears.
She pulled and tugged at her extremities. Twisting her wrists, trying desperately to reach the clasp and work her way out of the situation.
*How did this happen? **They** were supposed to be left wanting. Why am I attached to this frame?*
Her legs were pulled so far outward that her high heels gave only tenuous support. Her arms were too stretched to allow for fingers reaching the clasps.
Practicality overruled all else, as it tends to do with Liza. *I might need my energy for later. Better take a more conservative approach.*
It was laughable. The reality of the situation should have been enough to show her that her approach/plans/wishes/desires were no longer a factor in this scenario. Her fate belonged elsewhere and she wasn’t ready to accept that just yet.
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“Heads or tails. Literally speaking” Mr. Leash said with a laugh as he tossed the coin in the air.
Mr. Milton knew what he wanted and was loathe to allow his playtime to be dictated by the toss of a coin. However, the entire unfolding of events had taken everyone by surprise.
Last week, he and Mr. Leash had decided to attend Eva’s party. It was to be a private event held in her bar for a few close friends. He had no plans to play but looked forward to sharing theories and techniques with his new friend.
As soon as the song began, he knew who would be appearing before him. Well ... he didn’t know for sure, but he suspected as much. Her teasing and insinuations had gone on for days. He was drawn to her ..... mind. *What was really going on in there?* he wondered. It was pointless to try and put her into a known paradigm. He knew she was different. It wasn’t sexual, it was .... intellectual.
“Heads. Always Heads.” he said and watched as the coin appeared showing the first President.
“Can’t blame me for being an ass and leg man.” Mr. Leash laughed.
*Yes!* Mr. Milton smiled at his victory.
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Mr. Leash knew Liza’s hot spots. He knew how to tease her and make her crazy. *She thinks she is so complex. She has her trigger points.*
He had been taunting and teasing her for awhile now. She couldn’t help but rise to the bait like a kitten to string. He toyed with her fantasies. He didn’t have to probe her mind or how the machinations occurred. He liked keeping her flustered and off-balance.
He couldn’t have been more pleased when Mr. Milton chose “heads”. He wanted that *tail*. Yes, he had plans for that *tail*.
*Yes!* Mr. Leash smiled at his victory.
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