Copyright Oggbashan October 2004
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
* * * * *
I was hot, irritated and annoyed with myself for being hot and irritated.
I had come to Jean's Halloween Party dressed as a Ghostly Monk in brown cloth habit, a cowl drawn over my head and a brown veil over my face. The room was too hot for such an enveloping costume and the veil was sewn into the cowl, set well back. Either I stripped or I sweltered.
Dressed as I was I couldn't eat, drink or kiss. There had been some indiscriminate kissing earlier on and I was pecked on my veil. I couldn't strip. Underneath my habit I only wore my boxer shorts.
My irritation was compounded by Louise's absence. She had designed and made the costume I was wearing. She had intended to come as a matching Nun. She hadn't finished adjusting the costumes when her employers sent her away to sort out some difficulties in a branch office. She should have been back by now. She had rung me on her mobile and instructed me to go to the party anyway. If she could, she would meet me here.
She had modified her costume so that her veil was detachable. She would have done the same for mine if she had been given the time. As it was...
This would have been our first party as a couple. I had been looking forward to it and expected that we would have to choose her place or mine for after the party. Now I was alone, hot, bothered and unable to participate.
I had a thought. If I went to the kitchen perhaps I would find some scissors or a knife to cut the veil away from my cowl. Then at least I could have a drink.
I eased my way through the crowd. Even in the kitchen there were a dozen people. I looked around, a difficult operation under my cowl. I opened a couple of drawers at random without success. Then something attracted everybody else back to the main party. I turned towards the sink.
A pair of feminine arms passed around my body and her breasts pressed against my back. I dropped my enveloped hands towards hers. She avoided me easily and unfastened the rope girdle around my habit.
She whispered "Got you!" triumphantly as she deftly looped the rope over my wrists and tied them together. I tried to turn to see who it was. She pressed the sides of my cowl together, blindfolding me completely.
There was a soft metallic click. Something was holding my cowl shut.
"Come on, Alan, we have places to go." She whispered. It is very difficult to identify a whisper. I thought and hoped I knew who it was. Whoever it was, she had trapped me. With bound hands and blindfolded I could only comply as she pulled me out of the kitchen and to the stairs. She guided me up the stairs carefully.
