Once we are away from the park, I switch Caroline's blindfold from the nylon to one of those black sleeping masks. I planned to have her blindfolded through much of our romantic interlude. The blindness will help her feel vulnerable, which will help her learn to trust me. But the nylon blindfold would be pushing her eyeballs out of shape, and there was no need for that. She still looks sumptuous, but Gosh, those masks are ugly!
Our rendezvous is the honeymoon suite of a fairly nice motel outside of Saunterville. The suite entrance is from the outside, and fairly discrete. It's an off-season Sunday night, so I find parking a few steps from the door.
Now comes my first test of strength. Caroline is my size, and weighs nearly as much as I do.
"Slide out." I tell her. "I going to carry you on my back."
"You're going to do what?" She says.
"Carry you on my back. Slide over here to the door."
"This is part of 'building trust', right?"
"Exactly."
"This is part of bullshit. No one has picked me up since I was fifteen."
She says this as she slides over.
She's a bundle, no denying that! She's an effort to move around; she's tense; she doesn't "melt into me" in any way, but I get her on my back, and I carry her inside.
Once inside, I don't put her down right away. I move my arms up and down her legs under her skirt. They are muscular legs... not surprising in a basketball player. I feel around the sculpture of them for a minute. Caroline doesn't relax any more than before, but she doesn't complain, either.
I put her down and leave her standing -- blindfolded, with her ankles still tied together.
"I have to bring some things in." I say. She can't see what's going on, and I'm really not interested in spooking her, so I tell her what I'm up to... trust building.