On one condition...

“Of course. I was just playing around here anyway.”

“Playing around?!” Wonder Woman exclaims, clearly outraged, but she masters herself.

“Promise not to retaliate against me for anything that happened here tonight, and I’ll let you go.”

“I’ll swear it on the lasso.”

“Just one condition.”

She sighs, clearly exasperated. “That condition being?”

“You agree to have dinner with me. This Friday.”

She cranes her head around to face you, a look of surprise on her face. “Dinner. You mean like a date?”

“I mean exactly like a date."

"You kidnap and sexually **** me, and now you expect me to have dinner with you."

"I thought we were putting that behind us? So between now and Friday you think about what happened here tonight, how it made you feel. And if you decide you would like to explore those feelings,” you lock your gaze onto her exquisite blue eyes. “Then we talk about that on Friday and make plans accordingly.”

She stares into your eyes – no, into your soul. You wonder what things look like down there.

“Technically that is three conditions,” she says conversationally. “But they are all acceptable. Hold the lasso.”

You grab the loose end of the golden rope as she says, “An you release me, I swear that I will overlook everything that happened here this evening, not seeking vengeance against you, nor encouraging others to do so. I further swear..." She shakes her head slightly "...to have dinner with you this Friday evening."

“Agreed” you say somewhat lamely. You feel a tingle like static electricity from the lasso, and you know instinctively that the deal is set and binding.

The Amazon nods, businesslike, then calmly waits while you untie her ankles, wrists, and torso from the chair. “Shall we say 6:00?”

You finish untying her. “Um, sure, 6 is good.” Now that you’ve freed her, you’re suddenly not so sure of yourself. “I’ll, uh make a reservation.”

She stands, and while you’re not short she’s still a couple inches taller than you. “Very well.” She doesn’t meet your eyes, which is fine because you’re not sure you could hold that gaze right now. You wonder if she's about to punch you through a wall or something. She holds out her hand and you pass over the golden lasso. She starts to say thank you, visibly stops herself, and you realize she feels as awkward as you do.

“What happened tonight was not okay, and will not happen again.” Her confident Superheroine Princess voice is back, but she still can’t look at you.

“Absolutely. My bad. Never again.”

“Um right, well…” She looks around the room for a minute. “Until Friday,” she announces as she opens the door and strides out into the garage as if nothing just happened.

Wow, that is a lot to process…