We drove her to the Bank, business had finished for the evening and I unlocked the back service door and showed her into a long concrete corridor, the emergency lighting cast a soft glow and I led the way past the elevator shaft, to the stairs, no one used an elevator in Harare unless they wanted to spend the night there when the electricity supply failed yet again. Desi sex “Skirt off,” I ordered. “I hoped to keep this informal,” Ido sighed, “but as you insist.” He took the handcuffs from his back pocket and clipped the shiny clamp round her left wrist then pulling her to her feet he pulled both arms behind her and secured the right wrist as well.
