Before I had a chance, Jefferson held out Cassandra’s chair for her in a gentlemanly fashion. I was told to handcuff Cassandra’s ankle to the base of the table and Jefferson locked her wrist into an O-Ring on the wall slightly above her chair. Jefferson and I left Cassandra alone for a moment and went to the bar to get our drinks. I hated to leave her even for a minute, but Jefferson said something about needing me to sign one additional form.
We stood at the bar while Jefferson poured out our drinks. Sincerely apologizing once again about what happened in his office, I realized I couldn’t really stay mad at him for falling under Cassandra’s spell. In fact, I set the whole scenario up precisely for that purpose, so how could I be mad at him? Jefferson seemed like a decent guy. I decided t
