Chapter Seven - Contrasts
Stein smiled, “Ahh, Mrs. Ryan, you keep surprising me. Just when I’m sure you’ve reached your threshold of self-debasement, you cross it.” He put down the phone and beckoned her to him. “I’ll be happy to assist.” She picked up the other three bracelets. “If you will just place your foot here on the edge of my chair.” She did as he instructed.
Carefully, he attached one of the ankle cuffs. The leather was several layers thick and the iron buckle heavy. He pulled it tight, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. “From now on, you must always wear heels, very high heels,” he said, as he felt along the firm muscle of her bare calf. “Ahh, yes, such slim ankles and such finely proportioned legs. I expect you are athletic?” She didn’t answer. He looked up at her but
