Chapter 13

I finally wake up around six o'clock in the evening. I am starving. I pull my sore body out of the bed and shower. I cannot believe how long I slept. I take a long hot shower and hope that my arms muscles will relax. I lather up with my favorite buff and soap. I look down at the rope marks that are still left behind on my ankles. I look at my wrists. The marks there are just about gone. Hunger is over powering me. I think about not shaving, but I decide better and take the time to shave. I towel off and walk into my bedroom. I see the bouquet of flowers on my nightstand. I walk slowing over and take the card from it. WE THANK YOU FOR A VERY SPECIAL NIGHT. YOU ARE THE BEST! LOVE AMBER AND PETE. My heart starts to race and I turn and look at the chair that is still in my room. "Oh thank you!" I say out loud. I search for a clean pair of jeans. I find my favorite pair. I pick out a sweatshirt and pull it over my head. I pull a pair of bright red silk panties on. Then finish it off with a pair of while socks and the jeans. I decide on the mall and the food court. I want some almond chicken from the Chinese take out. I find my keys. I see that added to my key ring is a handcuff key with a little red ribbon tied to it. I smile. The cat is standing in front of the door. "What!" she again just looks at me licks a paw and walks off. "One of these days you are going to tell me what your problem is!" I yell like she knows what I am talking about. I hit the garage door opener. The garage door comes to life and pulls at the door, lifting it so I don't have to. I get into my car and back out of the garage. I pull out onto the road and watch the door go back down before leaving. I drive down the road. I look at all the storefronts as I go. I see the lot to the mall and pull in. I park closest to the food court. No need to walk so far. I think to myself. I fight with myself if I am going to eat here or take it home. Home means the cat and I, and the cat would expect me to share. I enter the mall and can smell the food. My stomach starts to make angry noises at me. I get to the counter and order. The little girl behind the counter takes my money and a few minutes later she has my order on a foam plate with plastic dinner wear. I find a seat. I watch as people walk past me. I suddenly remember the rope marks. I jump and look to see if that is what they are looking at. My sweatshirt hides my wrists. So there is no way they can see them. I know the socks and the jeans hide the rope marks on my ankles. So I am safe there. No one can see anything that could be embarrassing.