Questions

"We'll keep this simple and logical, shall we?" he said as he walked off to the right side of the room. I could hear his footsteps, then the scape of a drawer opening and shutting. After a slight rustle, then more steps back to me, I smelled, more than felt the reason for that detour. One leather clad finger pressed my chin up. If it hadn't been for the blindfold, I'd have been looking right at him. The gloves he wore had a history, too, it seemed. Odd, how leather holds hints of past uses, isn't it? They held the scent of his aftershave, the odd whiff of automobile, and somewhere, beneath both of these, another distinct scent,some other woman's perfume.

"I will ask you a question," he continued, that same finger stroking the edge of my jaw," and you will answer completely, and honestly." He paused, letting his gloved fingers run lightly across my shoulder.