Lust is a curious thing. One moment it is just a flicker of desire and the next it comes to life with such fury that it can knock you from your feet. Such were Michelle’s thoughts as she lay supine upon her neighbor’s divan. She had only meant to borrow a torch and here she was naked, her wrists cinched behind her back. Suddenly all the late-night visitations made sense. Blondes around her age. Apparently, he had a type.  She’d considered telling him it was a case of mistaken identity, quickly discarding the idea, curious as to what happened next...