"I guess I could use some chocolate milk." Elizabeth admitted. She shifted her wrists in her cuffs and her thighs beneath her dress. She looked down at the tape restraining her calves. "Is that going to hurt?" she asked again, the question having been ignored the first time.

"I'm sorry. I've really never had sex with Dr. Worthington. I might have wanted to a time or two." Elizabeth answered the question.

...

Diana Perdue, spousal deserter, lesbian, and mother of two, was driving home from her job at a law office. She was a beautiful woman of about thirty years, with a tall, athletic figure, a very slightly tanned Anglo-Saxon complexion, moderately muscular legs, and light brown hair which she wore in a medium length cut. She was dressed in a striking black pantsuit and heels as she moved forward in the traffic, hoping to get home before her girls. She didn't know she was about to be stopped.