My eyes felt heavy as I began to wake up but something seemed very strange, or maybe I was still dreaming.
As I went to rub my eyes I found it impossible to move I was confused until I realised that Paul was up to his silly tricks again, my wrists were tied together and secured to the top of the bed; my ankles had been tied to the bottom corners and I was totally naked.
I called out to Paul but he had either gone out or was playing deaf, whatever it was I was feeling very cross with him this was certainly not the time or place.
The daylight in the room seemed brighter than usual, it was then I noticed that Paul had removed the net curtains from the window. It was just as well that no neighbor's houses overlooked ours or they would have had a fine view of me with my legs spread wide open as if inviting the world to have there wicked way with me.
There was a clanking noise outside, Paul must be returning I thought as the noise turned to scraping then a small bang against the window.
Oh my god, today's Tuesday, the window cleaning day, please don't let this be the window cleaner.
A face appeared at the window, a spotty youth had started washing the windows. He glanced in my direction and then carried on with the windows.
It must have taken a while for it to sink into his head, because all of a sudden he rapidly cleared the suds off the window and pressed his face as close to the pane as was possible. A big smile crossed his face as he realised what was lying on the bed. Without turning his head he shouted down to his boss and invited him to come and see.
The next minute an older man's face appeared, I guessed he was in his mid fifties. He laughed out loud and called something down to his mate and then vanished from view.
The spotty youth re-appeared and continued cleaning the windows without once taking his eyes off me.
Once he was done I could hear the ladder being removed, they continued cleaning the windows and then it all went silent.
About fifteen minutes had elapsed when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I prayed it was Paul and when the two window cleaners entered the room I vehemently shouted at them to get out.
"I'm sorry missus," said the older man, "but there was a note attached to one of the windows telling me to collect payment up here."
He walked towards me, his hands moved in the direction of my exposed pussy.
I shouted at him again.
"Hold on," he said, "there's a note here just let me read it."
He began reading it out loud.
"Dear window cleaner I had no change this morning so please take your payment from the wife. How you get your payment is up to you, and if she gives you any earache use your shammy, that'll shut her up."
"What's it mean boss?" asked the spotty youth.
"Don't be so damn stupid," the old man said, "it means if we want we can take payment in kind."
"What's that mean boss, what's payment in kind?" he asked his boss.
"It means we can fuck her you dipstick," said the boss.
"What you mean have sex with her, wont she mind then?" inquired the youth.
"Don't think she can really object can she," said the old man.
"Yes I can fucking object!" I screamed at them.
