She sat there, half expecting a knock on the door. When it didn't come, she realized he wasn't going to apologize.

Well, why should he? After all, she had gone over there, gawking at his crotch like that. Practically wore a sign around her neck that said: Rape me.

And he had. Like any man would have. He wasn't to blame at all. She owed him an apology.

Smiling at her logic, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. With some difficulty, she managed to cut the bonds around her wrists. She then reached into the liquor cabinet for a bottle of wine as a gift. Something she should have done in the first place.

However, she would wait for his wife to come home first.

She cleaned herself up and put on fresh makeup. Then after checking her reflection in the mirror, she sat in the chair by the front window and waited for Nancy to return. As she looked out the window, she felt her palms grow sweaty as they wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle.

In a way, she felt a little like Pandora, about to open a box, yet she knew she couldn't stop what was about to happen, even if it turned into a disaster. And she couldn't argue with the fact that she had had a climax, even while tied up and humiliated like that.

After Nancy drove up some ten minutes later, Sharon gave the woman a few moments, then made for the front door. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight and felt her knees go weak.

CHAPTER THREE

The door was opened by one of the prettiest brunets Sharon had ever seen. Petite and fragile-looking, the woman gave the impression of being active even when she was still. Her dark, chocolate brown eyes darted quickly over Sharon's form, barely resting for a second on the upturned breasts.

When she saw the woman, Sharon lost all her courage. She was about to thrust the bottle of wine into her new neighbor's hands and run away, but Nancy's smile kept her glued to the spot.