The human mind is a complicated thing, and the thoughts that are generated in it aren’t always logical, or even explainable. That’s how Janet would have characterized what was going on as she found herself in her bedroom with Bobby Dalton, who took thick, soft ropes out of his tool bag.
He tossed them negligently on the bed, and seated her at her vanity. Then he used her blow dryer, and a brush. She sat, watching him look at her hair and stroke it over and over, until she felt so relaxed that she felt like she could take a nap. The tug and sweep of the brush was mesmerizing, and his hands on her hair, when he stopped using the blow dryer, were soft and gentle.
Then, he was pulling her up, and she found herself back in the strange world he had created for them, where she was going to tie
