Having found some measure of self respect, Norma enters her cab fully intending to quit that night. "Never again," she says to herself, "will I ever short another stock in a margin account.".
jhild returns to Muffy. "Where were we?" he asks, as he resumes his position on the couch. Again, the couch creaks noisily. In just a minute, the two are again arm in arm, kissing lustfully.
Without warning, the couch gives way under the antics of the two lovers. Both crash noisily to the floor. jhild is moaning, not with lust but with pain, as the broken leg of the now destroyed couch has found it's way between his legs and given him a wooden wedgie. Or is that a wedgen woodie. Or..
Muffy moans with disappointment as she realizes that jhild will not be able to continue his performance without weeks of recuperation. Hurriedly, she helps him dress and pushes him out the door. jhild gingerly limps off down the street.
She glances at the clock and sees it is now 7am. No sense in sleeping. She goes to the bathroom and disrobes to take a shower. With the noise of the water splashing around her, Muffy doesn't hear the sound of her apartment door opening. She doesn't hear the footsteps cross the living room floor, and she doesn't hear the sound of the bathroom door being pushed open so that prying eyes can watch as she showers.
Muffy finishes showering and starts to towel off. She has an uneasy feeling that she's not alone. The windows and mirrors are all steamed up and she can't see anyone. Still, she feels uneasy. Now dry, Muffy hangs up the towel and moves towards the bedroom. Glancing out to the living room, she notices the front door to her apartment is wide open. Quickly her eyes dart about the room, but she sees no one. She listens intently, but hears nothing. Racing across the living room, she slams the door shut and bolts the lock. Breathing easier now, she goes to her bedroom to get dressed.
Muffy stops before the mirror to admire her body. Soft and silky smooth skin, no wrinkles, she smiles in the mirror. Grabbing a pencil off the dresser, she gives her womanly attributes the "pencil test". The pencil falls to the floor. Satisfied, Muffy walks to the closet to select her clothing. As she opens the closet door, a masked man jumps out and covers her mouth with his powerful hands. Muffy's screams, effectively muffled, go unheard by anyone save her assailant.
Dragging her over to the bed, he takes out a roll of duct tape and slaps much of it over her mouth. Now he takes Muffy's legs and arms, and stretches them out to their fullest. Muffy now wishes she hadn't purchased a four-poster bed, because the powerful man has taped an arm or a leg to each of the four posts. Muffy lays there naked and spread eagled, at the mercy of this merciless foe.
The man slowly undresses revealing himself to be very powerful indeed, with a manhood so huge, that Muffy thought she would never bear up under his intended actions. Muffy looked at his powerful arms and his massive chest. Hardly any chest hairs she observed. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he turned his back to Muffy and adjusted his mask. It was then that she saw the tatoo on his butt; cOUSIN SHORTY it read. At least she now knew the man's name.
The man turned his attention back to Muffy. Gently he patted her belly. Despite her intense fear, Muffy felt her body betraying her, and she was being turned on by this stranger. The man slowly worked his way down Muffy's body till he reached her toes. Slowly he took her naked toes towards his slender lips, suckling them one by one.
He then saw the crumpled paper which Muffy was trying to hide with her hair. He uttered an expletive and grabbed the paper away. Reading it aloud, "USAW" the man's passion for Muffy immediately subsided. He grabbed the paper and ran for the door leaving Muffy bound and gagged. "Not again!", she cried.
Hours passed. No one was aware of Muffy's discomfort. She heard a noise. A voice called out. "Hey, your door's open. Anyone home?". She heard footsteps cross the living room floor. Again the voice called out. Muffy saw a shadow in the doorway to the bedroom. The voice called out again. Muffy could now see a man staring intently at her. He crossed the bedroom and began untying her. He gave her a robe to preserve whatever modesty she had left. She recognized him. It was... |
