(A memoir edited by Molly, and written by Arin, who asked me to post it here)
MEMORIES OF A SMALL TOWN
(OPENING SCENE) Very tight shot of a woman's hands typing at a computer keyboard.
(Next shot) Camera pulling back shows a woman sitting at a computer. The room is dark except for a light on the table where the computer is. The light is directed onto the keyboard.
As the camera pulls back we can see large windows showing the city in the distance lit up at night.
The woman's thoughts fade in as she is typing.
My name is Samantha and its not easy to tell you how my life has changed since I moved to this city.
My new job was just the thing I needed to break away from my extremely normal and dull life in a small town. I've been here eight months now, and if you had told me that my life would change as it has, I would have thought you were mad!
My dream of a good job and having my own life became reality straight out of college. I feel like I have it all: money, a great car and an apartment to die for. It's funny, but it seems I don't use it as much as I did. I guess I really don't have a need for it now! I'll explain, so bear with me.
Everything was great with my job. The people I work with are nice and I made friends quickly. I was especially friendly with one woman named Tina. I found we could talk about anything together. We even would go out to dinner on occasions and our friendship grew and grew.
At work one day, Tina came in and asked if I'd like to do a little lunch time shopping with her. Tina was very high in the company and for some reason had taken a liking to me. I really liked her and admired her for her work and beauty. We just seem to click together.
I was busy, though, and told her I couldn't go. As soon as she was out of sight I changed my mind and I wished I'd gone with her. I hadn't really looked around the city and I could really use some time in the fresh air.
I grabbed my purse and hurried after her. The elevator had just closed when I reached it. I waited and took the next one to the lobby. When the doors opened, the lobby was crowded, delaying me as I hurried to find Tina but she was gone. I went out to the street to see if I could catch a glimpse of her, but I couldn't see her anywhere.
It was sunny and warm and I really enjoyed the fresh air. I decided to take a walk and explore the area by myself. People passed by with their own agendas not even noticing me as I walked along. I'd gone no more than four blocks when I noticed the flavor of the neighborhood had changed. It was more a merchant's area rather than the tall glass towers in which I worked. The small shops started to remind me of the town where I grew up.
There was the shop at the end of the street that brought back special memories from the time when I was a teenager. I'd found a pawnshop on the corner just like the one in my hometown, so I stopped and looked in the window. As I looked, I had a feeling there was something in the back of my memory that wasn't ready to come out. I looked at my watch and found I had about fifteen minutes to spare before I had to start back. I opened the door and a little bell attached to the door announced my arrival. This brought back more memories since the shop in my hometown had one just like it. As I walked into the shop I noticed the worn hardwood floor and how it squeaked when I stepped on a loose board.
As I walked around I thought of my teenage years and how things had changed since then. Suddenly I stopped and saw something in a glass case that sent a thrill through my body. What I saw unleashed a flood of early sexual fantasies. I hadn't thought about them for a long time and I believed I'd out grown them, but here they were... staring me in the face again!
I stood there looking down at something I had tried very hard as a young girl to forget -- because good girls don't think like that!
Handcuffs... and I saw several different types. I had no idea there were so many types. I got that same funny feeling that I had when I was younger. I stood there just looking. Suddenly a voice brought me out of my trance.
"May I answer any questions for you, Miss?"
It was the shopkeeper. He reminded me of some one's grandfather.
"No, thank you, I was just looking."
He walked back to what he was doing and I wished I'd had the nerve to ask him to show these items to me! I stood there arguing with myself. "What the hell's the matter with me? I'm an adult and it's none of his business why I want to look at them." I took a breath and called to the shopkeeper.
"Sir, actually I do have a couple of questions?"
When I had his attention, I added, "Could you show these to me?"
He came right over and he had a set of keys in his hand and unlocked the case and slid it open. I asked why some were bigger than others, pointing. He told me those were police quality leg-irons. He explained how the handcuffs and leg-irons could be double locked so if you rolled over on them they would not close painfully tight on your hands or ankles. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a strangely shaped small metal object -- two pieces of metal joined together. Noticing my interest, he reached in and lifted out the object. He then explained about it.
"This is called a thumb cuff. Detectives and police women sometime use them because they aren't bulky."
As he talked, my mind started to race. I just had to have these! I didn't care what he might think; I just had to have them for my private naughty games.
"How much for all three?"
I was glad that I was the only one in the shop. I was actually starting to shake.
"Lets see, handcuffs, leg-irons and thumb cuffs..." he said, glancing at tags with meaningless scribbles on them.
"Come on, come on, is he just dragging this out to make me even more nervous!" I wondered.
"That'll be fifty dollars," he announced, quietly.
I was a little surprised, since I didn't think they'd be that expensive but I couldn't back out now. This was the closest I'd come to a long silent dream come true and it was within my reach.
I opened my purse and luckily I had enough cash. Hastily, I gave it to him and he walked to the register and rang the sale up.
"I hope you enjoy yourself, Miss."
I looked up and I swear he had a small grin on his face, which made me blush with embarrassment.
He started to place my purchase in a bag when I said I could just put them in my purse.
"Here's your receipt Miss."
He handed them to me and I put them in my purse. Suddenly I noticed a clock on the wall. I'm late, where did the time go?
"Thank you," I called as I hurried out the door.
I ran as fast as my high heels would let me.
When I got back to my office I put my purse in my desk drawer and closed it. I straightened myself up and started back to work. But now it seemed time started to slow down for me. About three o'clock I found my self looking at my purse thinking about the fun I'd have tonight playing with my new toys!
"I've got to get back to work!" I admonished myself.
The next time I looked, it was four o'clock, with still an hour to go before quitting time. I couldn't stand it any longer! I went to my office door and stuck my head out to talk to my secretary.
"Susan, I'm going to be working on some papers so if anyone comes, I'm busy!"
With that, I closed and locked the door. I opened my desk drawer and placed my purse on the desk in front of me. I opened it to look at my new toys. I'd already decided to call them my toys from now on. I pulled the handcuffs out and squeezed them open. The sound they made was wonderful!
The thought of being helpless and at the hands of another person was just too wicked to imagine. All my fantasies when I was a young girl and again all through college came rushing back to me even stronger than before. I put the cuffs in my pocket and opened my door and walked out to speak with Susan.
"Susan, you put in a good week of work. You can leave early today. Have a nice weekend!"
With that, I headed to the ladies' room. I checked, and I was alone.
I entered a stall and locked it.
I then pulled the cuffs out of my pocket and started to play with them... their sound was very hypnotizing.
Real handcuffs! I just couldn't get over the fact that I now owned real police handcuffs.
As I stood there I started to wonder what they must feel like to have them on!
The keys were attached to the links that connected the cuffs together. I removed the keys and put them in my jacket pocket. I squeezed the first cuff open and placed it on my left wrist and closed it one click at a time.
I squeezed it until it was snug on my wrist. I lifted my hand and shook it to see what it felt like having steel locked on my body. I watched as I lifted my right wrist to meet my other hand and opened the other cuff. I closed the cuff around my right wrist and leaned against the door of the stall and held my cuffed wrists out in front of me to see the effect.
I was starting to shake with excitement. Here I was... a woman with position and power in this company, in the ladies' room, handcuffed! It was too sexy!
Suddenly the door to the rest room opened and someone came in. I quickly sat down on the only thing available, praying she didn't try the door to my stall. As I sat there shaking, the other person entered the next stall. I could see her shoes and I wondered who it was and prayed that she would leave quickly, which she did.
I awkwardly got the keys from my jacket pocket and opened one cuff.
"Wow, that was the most frightening and exciting thing that has ever happened to me," I thought to myself. I was really excited now. Maybe that was the reason I felt that I had to go to the next step.
I placed the keys back into my jacket pocket for safekeeping.
I looked at the one cuff still locked on my left wrist and before I chickened out, I brought my hands behind my back and closed the open cuff around my other wrist. As soon as I did I started to struggle to free myself, it was such a rush!
