Shot in the Dark

Fuck it, I'm going in. The closer I got to the fence, the faster my heart pounded in my chest. The way the sun gleamed off her skin, and the way the wind carried her hair. Then it hit me. The fence between our houses.

"Can I help you?" She asked. Damn even her voice was as hot as she was. I could barely speak. She giggled as I stuttered, finally pulling myself to ask her if she need help getting her boxes in the house. A smile spread across her face that made my stomach flip and I could have sworn my pants got tighter. She accepted my offer without hesitation. One by one we carried her boxes into the house, and I couldn't help but notice a box labeled "toys". I couldn't mentioned I seen the box, or the handcuffs hanging out the top of it. Could I?