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I decided to give her the opportunity to get what she wanted she was aching to get, so I leaned to the side of the iron bed and picked up the Crescent. Picking up a Quick-Read torch, I moved toward the center of the bed where I had just about five feet of clearance. As I leaned, I picked up the leather covering the spikes upon the spike-like tops of the four-post bed. Using the torch, I moved down the narrow groove, which was drilled through the entire cross section of the bed. Once I got to the center of the bed, I grabbed my foot and forced it into the slot between my knuckles. The force of the pull forced my foot up against the spikes. As I pulled my foot up, I quickly moved my other foot onto the bed, and reattached the second clamp. Moving back up the bed, I grabbed the left foot, which was reattached to the left after being forced down from the right side of the bed. My right hand grabbed the right foot, which was reattached to the right after being forced down from the left side of the bed. The spreader bar for this second clamp was much stronger than the one on my left breast. I ran the chain between my fingers, and it was attached to the foot of the bed with a small clip. I stepped off of the bed slowly, and was walking over to the window. The cool night air felt good on my insides as I slowly walked back to the center of the bed. I reached out, reached for the torch, and started to light the two chains. I could feel the tension on my hands as I slowly reached up to secure the clips. I could hear the cheering of the football players on the sidelines, and the anticipation in their breath.

I drew my skirt up and flashed them a the window. I could see them through the open window, their hands and backs almost touching. I brought the torch up to the centre of the bed, and pushed it towards the window. I could see a flare of stinging cold light through the open window, and in the distance, a penitently shining red. I stepped back, and moved to the window, and clicked the light. It was an invitation. The fire was already setting, and the cool night air caused my legs to tremble slightly. I clicked the light again, just as the young men were coming through the open window. I'd purposely left the window open, as the red light would have flickered off just about the time the flares appeared. I couldn't see their team, but I knew they were watching. I did it again, just for a moment, and got to my destination again. I clicked the light again, just as the boys were about to reach the bed. I came back a few steps, and clicked it again. The cheer from the team was unmistakable, and I knew I had done the right thing. I clicked the light again, and when I reached the centre of the bed, I could see blond hair, pure white, and a soft, goose-like fleece covering a woman whose only clothing was a pair of freshly pressed, sheer jeans and a t-shirt..