Check out the dice bag

Note: most of the credit for this chapter goes to porneia. All the items in the bag and many of the descriptions are all from his fertile imagination.

You cannot help yourself. Even though you know that this is an invasion of her privacy you want to know everything you can about the shy Library Science major who seems to occupy more of your thoughts than even your Diffy-Q's class. The fabric is a thick and soft and the stitching on it is as fine and neat as anything you've ever seen. You wonder briefly if Sandra bought this or made it herself, but even as the idea occurs to you you dismiss it as unlikely. You reach into the bag nervously, it feels almost like reaching under Sandra's clothing to discover the secrets hidden inside.

Your fingers feel an odd collection of knick-knacks and oddities that you pull out and examine one at a time. A wooden four-sided spinning top with Hebrew characters in various colors. A tube of lip balm that explains why Sandra's lips always look so smooth and inviting ... a couple old coins and a small wooden box. You examine each of the items carefully before returning them to the bag.

You're pretty sure the wooden top is a dreidel, remembering spinning plastic ones just like it years ago in 4th grade winter holiday party. You spin it a few times before returning it to the bag and pulling out the old coins. There are two of them, small and heavy with the profile of a man on the front and an eagle holding a bundle of rods with an ax on the back. The date on the coins though you can read, 1932 and 1929. The 1930's in Europe were not good times for a Jewish family and you feel more guilty then ever as you return them to the bag. Were these the only things that Sandra's family was able to take with them as they escaped the fate of so many others? You place them respectfully next to the dreidel and lip balm.

Finally, there is a small wood puzzle box that looks older than you by a good many years. The top lid unlatches easy enough and inside, protected by foam lining, are three plastic miniatures. They are various stages of Sandra's Rae the Priestess character, from low, to medium, to high level. You note with amusement that the brown eye beauty uses the lowest, most simple and modest dressed figure.

Your other players would have have all gone for the most extravagant figure first. The painting job is exceptional and you wonder if it was done by Sandra herself.

Noticing the box is thicker then the top shelf you fiddle with it for a bit and eventually pop open a secret lower shelf. Inside are three more painted figures. They are all of Rae too, but in far more racy poses. The first is something out of a classic Red Sonja comic book, with a very shapely version of Rae in skimpy plate armor bikini brandishing a war-mace. The next is the Priestess topless, wearing but a loin cloth and in heavy chains. The final one is Rae completely naked standing in a pool of her discarded robes trying unsuccessfully to hide her private parts with her hands.

The sight of the embarrassed priestess stripped bare cannot be a coincidence and it makes your already hard cock throb painfully in your pants. Did Sandra secretly want her character to be captured, stripped and put in chains? Did she want Rae to be whipped? Your mind is spinning as fast as the multi-colored top when you hear the sound of the bathroom door finally open.