"Well then, I’ll be waiting with bated breath," I said, my voice rich with a mixture of anticipation and the kind of seasoned curiosity that comes from knowing Rebecca Tolman's penchant for the theatrical. By now, I had grown accustomed to her unpredictable whims and her appetite for the exotic within the world of the neon nightlife. I leaned back against the plush, crimson pillows of the waterbed, closing my eyes as she had requested.
However, Rebecca wasn't satisfied with a simple promise. "No peeking, Sean. I want this to be a total sensory blackout until the moment is right," she whispered, her voice a low, melodic vibration in the darkened room. I felt the soft brush of fabric against my temples, and then a silk blindfold was secured firmly behind my head. The world vanished into an
