Jimmy by William Malmborg Read Free Book Online

that doesn’t really require your help, so I’m going to give you some free advice about tonight.  When you fuck my mother use a condom because the world doesn’t need any more male knitting genes in it, okay?  Good.  Bye, bye now!”  Tina clicked off the phone, her mind completely disgusted with the fact that her mother was sleeping with a twenty-four-year-old guy who loved knitting.   
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         Jimmy sat in his room for a long time after coming home, his hands holding a pair of handcuffs that he’d had since he was five.  He had asked for them for his birthday, after the plastic pair that had come with a police costume had broken, and his parents had gotten them for him.  Today most would probably think such a gift was crazy, but back then things had been a little different.  The handcuffs had actually been geared toward kids, a tiny little switch making it so one could escape easily if need be.  Young female friends had become familiar with the switch.  His teenage babysitter had worn the handcuffs quite a bit as well and Jimmy actually had been startled to see a home video of himself sitting in the family room waiting for her to arrive one night, handcuffs in hand.  It was weird and he wondered if his parents had ever thought something was odd about how much he enjoyed handcuffing the girls in his life?  Being so young they probably hadn’t thought much about it.  Looking back, especially if word about what he had done to Samantha ever came out, they would probably be horrified and even blame themselves for what he had done, their minds thinking they had triggered his desire at an early age just like some parents of homosexuals thought their parenting actions had caused the ‘abnormal’ desires.  Jimmy knew this wasn’t the case though.  He knew that the desires had already been in place.  After all, why would he have asked for the handcuffs if they hadn’t been? 

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Alan woke up early the next morning and discovered that Jimmy was gone.  At first this startled him, but then, remembering about the bike riding thing the night before, he went out to the garage to see if the bike was still there.  It wasn’t.  Jimmy had gone on another bike ride.
         It was about six o’clock.
         Probably still nervous about prom, Alan said to himself, his mind thinking the bike rides helped him relax.  What will he be like on Saturday?
         Hopefully his brother would be able to relax by them and enjoy himself.  At the same time he knew just how nerve-racking such a situation would be for him, after all, it wasn’t just his first dance, but his first date and girlfriend.  Experiencing all of that during one night - Alan couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.  It did, however, bring to mind his own first date two years ago and how much of a disaster it had been. 
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         Samantha woke weary and tired, her body having been unable to relax enough for her mind to drift away for long periods of time due to the ropes.  Every time she did mange to doze off, something would happen that would pull her back.  The tug of the ropes was the worst.  People were not designed to sleep while standing so whenever her mind would enter the dream world the ropes would yank her back.  Of course just relaxing enough to fall asleep was nearly impossible.  All her mind could think about was her situation, which kept the fear of having to live the rest of her days tied up like this constant.  To make matters worse, every time she did fall asleep and then woke up, she thought Jimmy was in the room with her, his body concealed somewhere in the darkness. 
         It was also very cold and her body had no way of keeping the heat in, which is why she was shaking when Jimmy did actually appear the next morning.
         “Here,” Jimmy said while handing her a wool blanket.  He had gotten it from the stack of wool