“Do you trust me, Margo?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to tie you up now?”
“Yesss.” I felt myself grinning like an i***t.
We managed to get through lunch, back on the train, and up the front porch steps to Miss Baxter’s boarding house again. I’m not sure how it all happened. I just floated along until I found myself being undressed by Anise while I stood at the foot of her bed unwilling to offer any resistance.
Miss Baxter was nowhere to be seen. I don’t know if that was a planned absence or just lucky coincidence. Anise had made some quip about there being no one around to rescue me, and that I had no choice but to confess all my wonderful dessert recipes to her. I just shivered.
“I’ll never talk,” I said. I knew it wasn’t true, but it was fun to think that I had a chance.
“You’ll cha
