Kinda sorta reminds you of Jenny and Carmen, eh? – a not-so-subtle reference to a scene from the show where those two had a little toilet tete-a-tete of their own. Care to join me?

My heart began to race at the invitation . . Not because I found the entire scenario to be incredibly seductive and ***** which I did, but because somewhere in the back of my delusional mind I couldnt shake the feeling that K was cheating and had given me herpes . . . I knew it wasnt so but I couldnt help the feeling.

Sensing my hesitation, Ks mood immediately changed. I continued to stare at her through the glass and watched her shake her head, wipe, get up, flush and walk up behind me.

She put her arms around my waist and we stood together looking at the cracked mirror, neither one of us admitting what was going on.

Who is, K? I asked rather somberly.

Who is who, babe? she asked as she squeezed me just a little tighter. She had been working in her studio and smelled of wood chips. I loved that smell. Wearing nothing but a pair of bib overall shorts and a tube top, she looked so ***** hot.

I leaned back into her grasp and continued talking. When you came into the bathroom, K. You said she is. Who babe? Who is?

She bent her neck and began kissing and nibbling mine making my nipples hard and my mind crazy for thinking, even just a tiny little bit that she could ever cheat on me.

You wanted to know if I wished my girlfriend was hot like you, didnt you ? Well she is.

Thinking she was talking about the girlfriend which existed only in my mind, it never occurred to me that she was talking about me.

She could feel me tense up and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and before I even had the chance to blurt out WHAT THE EVERLOVINFUCK YOU TALKIN ABOUT YOU MORON, she turned me around, grabbed my wrists, reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

In an instant she had tethered me to the towel rack next to the sink, my left wrist securely hooked to the steel bar. Then she walked away.

YEP T.B.C . . . . .