I noticed she had the same jewelry on that she had on at the bank. "I really like those jewelry pieces you have on. I was impressed that you wore those at the bank. Those are handcuffs, aren’t they?"

"Yes, they are handcuffs. They were made for me by a ... an admirer."

"So are you into handcuffs, and that sort of thing?"

"Sure, aren’t you? I mean, what better way of controlling a situation than a good set of handcuffs?" She tossed her head back with a cute giggle.

The conversation was getting good and I was riding a nice Tequila wave. My curiosity increased. "So tell me Shannon," I tested. "What sort of a party are you headed for this evening?"

"Mmmm, just a gathering of friends. One never knows who might be there or what might happen ... sort of a gathering of nightowls."

"Ah, nightowls again. That’s an ...

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