Ok folks, here it is, something most of you won't have thought possible from me: a real short story!
This story happened a while after my last two ('good old study days' and 'A special birthday present'). For descriptions of the persons involved, just look in these, this story features the same persons (just a little older).
Anyway, my university days were over, and my job back then required me to travel a lot, so I got to spent less time with Angela and Jasmine that I would like to.
As my boss asked me "We have this customer in south Italy who needs some help.. do you want to go down there?" I thought this would be a great Idea, almost like a holiday, so I answered positive.
A week later, I enjoyed the sun and the mild climate of a golden autumn. Well at least I enjoyed it, until a bicyclist drove into me- that would not have been that bad, as he wasn't that fast, if that wouldn't have pushed me onto the road, right in front of a car.
I don't want to scare you- I wasn't so badly injured, but I still found myself lying in an Italian hospital with a broken leg and a broken arm (and some concussions and a terrible headache).
Of course I phoned to my relatives, and the girls, assuring everything was ok, and that I just needed some time here to recover. Sadly, it wouldn't be possible for anyone to visit me down here (after all it was quite some miles away from 'our' place), but Angela and Jas' promised to send me something nice.
Well four days later a small package arrived for me. It was from Angela's and Jasmine's address. It contained some chocolate (I am a great fan of sweet things, especially chocolate!), the newest Robert Asprin novel and an envelope which had 'open when you're alone' written on it.
I smiled, and as no one was in my hospital room then, opened it.
It contained a photo with Jas' and Angela on it, from their shoulders upward. Angela was wearing the red ballgag harness, and Jasmine had the blue ballgag in her mouth (I used these toys earlier on them, in "Good old study days").
On the bottom of the picture was a handwritten note:
'We miss you. Get well. Hope to talk to you soon.'
I was really touched...they must have taken that picture with self-timer. Anyway, I looked forward to coming home again even more.
Well that's it, no long story, no great bondage in it... but I thought I'd just share it with you anyway.