So scream, I laugh. You're clearly surprised by this reaction and as you're puzzling out how to repond, I walk over directly in front of you. You're clutching the towel around you, trying to cover as much as possible. But you try to bluff again, yelling "Get out you bastard!"

Since I'm within arm's reach, I slap you hard across the face. I can see in your eyes that its the first time you've been hit by a man and you're torn between whether to drop the towel and rub your face or hold onto the towel. You choose the towel, but its a choice that won't last long.

I know that your next move will be to try to kick me in the balls, so I shift to the side just before you try. This has the advantage the I can grab your foot as it goes up and you will completely loose your balance. Surely enough, with your foot in the air, you can stand on one foot more than a couple of seconds and are soon flat on your back on the floor. The towel flutters away.

You've had the wind knocked out of you when you hit the floor, so its an easy matter to roll you over on your belly and pull your hand behind your back. The capet fibers must be itchy on those perky tits and that flat belly, but you don't seem to notice right now. In an instant, I'm sitting on your lower back and although you flail your legs around, there's really nothing you can do but curse at me. I grab your hand and pull them behind your back.

I know that you can feel the cold metal of the handcuffs as I slip them on each wrist and you redouble your efforts to get free. I'm bigger, stronger and have the advantage of leverage, however and there's not much you can do. I bend down and whisper in your ear..