Kendra was humming to herself. The sound of it preceded her back into the kitchen.

"Ah, you're still where I left you," she said cheerfully.

"You told me to stay," I reminded her.

"I didn't, actually. But good initiative."

Despite her praise, Kendra also gave me a slap on the butt, which I knew was for my presumption. It was only about half as hard as the last one. Enough to make a good sound without really hurting.

It was one of those no-win kind of scenarios. They just happened sometimes.

Kendra resumed humming as she tied me to the table. First one wrist wrapped in silky soft but very...