Early on Sunday morning, Babs came to the dungeon dressed in her tight black leather ‘uniform’ and high-heeled boots, carrying my meals for the morning and midday and it was obvious she’d stayed overnight. When she opened the dungeon door, I turned and stared at her in surprise because she was wearing handcuffs and ankle shackles! Their chains rattled with a different sound than mine though for hers were only the normal type with each cuff joined to its mate by forty cm long length of light links, but, they were locked on! At first, I was totally dumbfounded at the sight and all that it implied about her and Thomas’ relationship, but then I had to smile. She glared at me and opened the door of the cell, ready to bring my meals inside.
“Good morning, Mistress Babs,” I smiled sweetly. “I se
