The garage floor was cold. Things didn't improve for me where the floor was wet and my skin touched it. On my face it was the tears. For my legs and hips, it was the lube and her wetness that made it so cold. I lay there alone and in near darkness. The mosquitoes, having been kept at bay for several hours were now making inroads into the garage and starting to land. This was the reason I awoke.
Things were hazy, but coming to me again. I was nearly naked and on the floor of my garage. I had been out there working on the boat and remembered hearing her voice. Her voice. She was not supposed to be here tonight. She told me she was out of town. And I had the house to myself. I thought perhaps another 4 hours tonight trying to get the hang of lofting might prove useful. No distractions, a new six pack of pale ale from the new brewery and a beautiful summer evening to work. But now, I glanced at the floor in front of me seeing my tape measure and square in front of me, fallen from the workbench and clattered to the floor. The memory of that sound brought me back.
She didn't kiss me when she came in. She moved in for a hug but quickly twisted me around and fastened my wrists together with a zip tie cuff that the police use during larger disturbances. I couldn't fight back at all and she could have her way with me.
"Hello Pup. Got some nice wood here." she smiled at her pun. Beautiful pieces of lumber were set out on my workbench, waiting to be turned into the hull of a ocean pointer I had been working on for the past three months. She caressed the wood and then looked up at me. "Good to see you pup. You can forget about the work tonight. But you'll be getting a workout." She pushed all the wood to the back of the workbench, nearly clearing it and several tools fell to the ground. She found a utility knife in the drawer and played with the blade, extending and withdrawing it while she grinned at me. The blade caught the bottom of my shirt and pulled. The back of the knife touched my stomach, causing me to draw back. She grabbed my shirt "Don't pull away!" she barked. Reflex was hard to fight. I did my best, but now I know she deliberately touched my skin with the back of the knife while the front of the blade cut the front of my t-shirt with little effort. My chest now bare, she cut the front of the shoulders on my t-shirt, allowing the shirt to slowly slide off my shoulders and then fall to the floor on its own.
Now she smiled and grabbed me, kissing me deeply. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I simply accepted her kiss afraid to react to it. She pulled me closer, strangling my body with her arms in the grip of such a tight embrace. She missed me, yes. But she was also going to make sure she got whatever it was she came for. She pulled my belt off my shorts now, the multi-tool falling to the floor in its leather sheath with a thud. "Turn around"
I turned around and she pushed my hips into the workbench, forcing me to notice that I was aroused and that my excitement was causing me some measure of discomfort against the workbench. I felt the leather cuffs going around my wrists now. Soon the knife cut through the zip ties. The knife jumped as she cut it, briefly digging into my lower arm. My arms were free for only a moment as she moved my hands around to my front, clipping them together again. She made quick use of one of the many overhead hooks in the garage, pulling my hands up toward it and hooking my arms to it with a small piece of chain. As I had reinforced all the ceiling joists for holding up small boats there was no chance that my two hundred pounds was going to pull free by accident. I felt the warmth of the blood trickling down my arm as they were raised above me. "Sorry about that pup, accidents happen." I could not see her face, but I could hear her and knew she was grinning at the thought. The blood dripped to my armpit now, continuing its slow advance down my body.
