Impulse

Sun, 14 Oct 2001 00:00:00 +0000

Two o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep; no noises outside. I think I’ll do a little adventure to counter my insomnia.

So I pull off my nightie and panties and get my box of things out from under the bed. Quick, spontaneous, exciting; I grab the handcuff keys and leave one on my bed. Wrapping my robe around me, I take the other key downstairs and go out the back door. Cool night air reaches up under the opening of my robe. It’s chilly, dark and quiet. I follow the little path across the backyard to the wooden fence and gate that leads to the alley behind my house. On the other side of the gate is a line of garbage cans and I reach through the gate and set the key on an indentation in the lid of the first can. Then I scurry back up to my room and shed the robe.

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Impulse