Something CRAZY!

Josh leaves the room, and I’m wondering what he’s doing. I thought he would just cop a good feel and we’d make out for a bit, and then he’d let me go. But now I see him coming back with scissors. You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this really how I’m going to die? I suddenly feel really scared. I’m sure the police report will look great. Dumb bitch in her 20s agrees to be tied up by guy she just met, body found a week later in the river. I close my eyes in fear, but instead of feeling any pain, I just hear the snipping of the scissors on fabric. My fabric. He was cutting my clothes! Okay, I take it back, just kill me now. Dying sounds great right about now.

“Hey, what the fuck!?” I protest.

All of my plans of charming him and being nice fly out the window. He’s going to destroy my fucking clothes! But rather than entertaining my cries of anger, Josh rolls his eyes.

“You were the one that insisted on getting dressed. I told you it wouldn’t make any difference,” he says.

“I never agreed to get tied up naked! Or have my clothes ruined. No deal!” I shout.

He considers my words.

“Alright, that’s fair. It’s true that you never agreed to me cutting your clothes off, but in my defense, what exactly did you expect when you agreed to be tied up? That you’d just lie here for an hour?” Josh says.

He has a point. There was an implication of nudity when I agreed to be tied up. Ugh. I hate to admit that. No, I won’t admit it. I'm going to argue my cascash

“If you wanted me naked, you should have said that when you made the bet,” I say.

“Tell you what, I’ll meet you halfway. I’ll give you a chance to keep your clothes if you play a game with me,” he says.