I lived in Tuscon for a couple of years back in the early 1990s. About the only thing I remember about Tuscon or the job is Debra, the wife of my neighbor Fred. I got to know Fred casually from living next to him, working in the yard (such as it was- mostly "desert") and occasionally we would go up to Phoenix to watch Pro Sports. Fred was from NYC and I got along with him a lot better than most Arizonians.
I guess I am not trustworthy, because Fred's wife gave my wife a key to their house once (to check on things while they were gone on some expensive vacation). Barb would walk through their house once a day and feed the cat, which was an indoor cat, and make sure the A/C was still working. Later we adapted a thermostat device I had made to turn on a light bulb if the temperature got above 80F and we shared it with local families as a way of showing the A/C was defective- if you let one of these places heat up, it never smells the same in there again.
Because I had a house key for their place, I felt sort of compelled to search the house thoroughly, which I did one night after Barb had gone to bed. I found the usual porn stash and adult toys in the bedroom, but nothing really of great interest, until I found a box in with Debra's shoes. Just a regular shoe-box, but it (and the one below it) contained bondage ropes and masks and such. This prompted me to decide that Fred and Debra needed closer observation- I set up some remotes that fed to my house's wireless network, so I could watch on the internet.
Within a week of their return, it became apparent that they had a bondage night which I must assume was exactly the way one or the other of them liked it. Fred pretended to capture Debra in the bathroom, and tied her up (nude) with a fairly elaborate set of knots- face down on the bed, with a mask and with her legs and arms stretched out to the bedposts. She did look very sexy, but then Fred left. I ran to the front yard and waited outside, pretending to do something with our cactus. As Fred pulled out in his car, I asked if he was going to the store- and when he said yes- I asked him to get me a 6 pack of Budweiser, if it was not too much trouble. He asked if I wanted to go along, but I said NO.
Instead, as soon as he left, I figured I had at least 20 minutes- and I didn't want to waste a minute of it. I got the key and let myself in- then silently moved to the bedroom, where I removed all my clothes, and then crept across the bed. Debra heard me when I got on the bed and started what I assume was her routine begging and pleading routine- anticipating being "raped" by Fred.
