A man and a woman walked in. The video had been edited—the man’s face was blocked out but not the woman’s. The technique was crude but effective. The man had a percolating oval where his face was supposed to be. The woman had long dark hair and wore a black evening gown. Her diamond necklace glittered. His tux fit like a glove. The audio was clear but low.

The guy was probably British, yet his accent was not as clear as it should have been; it was possibly faked. The woman was from the East Coast; Kelly was thinking Boston. They entered the field of view kissing, and when they parted, they were both panting. The woman especially. She was an exquisitely preserved forty-five, and had been to the finest plastic surgeons.

“I can’t stay,” she said.

He fingered her necklace. “We don’t need long.”

“What time is it?”

“Ten.”

“Liar. It’s close to eleven.” She glanced at the bed. “You always so neat?”

“I never make a mess,” he said. He chuckled and his accent faltered. He had clearly spent time in England but Kelly doubted he had grown up there. His hand slipped down the front of the woman’s dress. He touched her right breast and she moaned.

They kissed more; the seduction swung into high gear. But who seduced whom? Although she could not see his face, Kelly knew the guy must be attractive. The woman sighed as he unzipped her dress and pressed her hand to his bulging crotch. She dropped to her knees and undid his zipper. Huge cock—they would not need too long a lineup to identify him. Now naked, the woman sucked him for a minute while the guy groaned and whispered her name over and over again, “Teri … Teri … Teri.”

She removed the rest of his clothes. She wanted to turn off the light. He liked to watch. They moved onto the bed. It was their first time together. The woman was not certain what he liked. But he knew what she wanted. He was down between her legs so long he had to take a deep breath upon surfacing. She came three or four times, and it was just foreplay. He picked up a condom beside the book, and she helped him put it on.

They had intercourse: above, below, and from behind. The guy never came; the woman never stopped coming. When they were done they lay in bed for several minutes not speaking. Just holding each other—he really did seem to like her. But then he stood and vanished from view, and when he returned he was holding a brown paper bag. The woman watched as he set it on the chest of drawers and removed two pairs of handcuffs and a thick roll of duct tape.

“Would you like a glass of milk?” he asked.

Teri sat up quick. “Mike?”