Her head twitched to the side as a drop of the cold water landed in her straggly brown hair. Blindfolded, her eyes tightly covered by the padded leather strap buckled snugly around her head, there was no chance for her to see the drops coming, or avoid them. She could probably hear my fingers tapping lightly on the arm of the hard office chair a few feet away as I watched her deal with her situation. ...
This is a work of fiction. I don’t know that this scenario is actually possible, but surely isn’t safe to try without someone there to release you. As with everything else in life… use moderation–and common sense! The day had been another long one at the office, added to a string of long days that seemed to be blurring together in my mind. The repeating phone calls from the co-workers, the same questions each day about procedures, and the boredom of being one cog among many… it was no wonder I was starting to let my mind wander at work these days. If only the people around me knew what I planned to do this weekend… ...