"Man, that hour took forever!" Danny was in the locker room, changing his clothes as he got ready to leave. The rest of his fifty seven minutes had been filled with thoughts of Montana. His entire body was practically burning with need, just from the images he could remember. Lindsay with her back arched, Lindsay panting and moaning his name, Lindsay coming over and over again, Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay, she just wouldn't leave him the hell alone!

Slamming his locker door shut, he stepped outside the building and hailed a cab. Once settled inside, he gave the driver his address, and they quickly sped off. Closing his eyes, Danny tried to relax his strained and tired body, but then he remembered that his phone was still off. He should at least call Lindsay before he dragged her back to his apartment for some fun.

Opening his phone, Danny saw that he had one voice message from Lindsay Monroe. He pressed the OK button, and listened.

'Danny, I really miss you. Right now I'm sitting here on the bed we just spent ALL NIGHT ON. And yes, I did change the sheets. –Sigh- I'm so lonely Danny, I've been trying to take care of myself all morning, but I just NEED you here. Yours big strong arms, your AMAZING tongue, and of course, your big hard- well, I guess I'll just see you when you get back. Call first though; I wouldn't want you to walk in on me naked, or in the shower. Or even worse, seeing me take care of myself.'

By the time his answering machine was asking him if he'd like to save or delete the message, Danny was already half hard. Her voice, it was just so, DEEP. And the very image of Montana, naked, spread out across HIS bed, moaning in HIS pillows, coming all over HIS sheets, just those images were getting him to an almost painful state of arousal.

The cab driver said something, and Danny realized they had stopped at his apartment complex. Throwing some money over the seat, he nearly ran out of the cab to the elevator. Please, he thought to himself, please let me walk in on her masturbating. His elevator stopped on his floor, and he bolted out, knocking over an elderly man in the process. "Hey! Watch it young man!"

Montana. Must. Find. Montana.

That was the single thought running through his head; not even giving a second thought to the old man muttering curses about Danny under his breath .He was jogging now, trying to find the right number on his door. He ran right past it in his haste, and then backtracked after noticing this.

The door was still locked, and for a second he wandered if Lindsay was just playing him, getting him all worked up over nothing. But, he could remember her message, her sultry voice, and there was no way she could have faked that. She might have just locked it so that no one walked in on her.

Satisfied with his answer, he dug into his pockets to find his key. Key, key, where did he put that damn key? Ahh, here we go. He opened the door- and the lights were off. You've got to be kidding me, she really wasn't here? He felt the disappointment seep into his skin. Great, now I've got to go to her apartment. Danny trudged through his door, and made his way to his kitchen. He had planned to get a quick bite to eat and then head straight to Lindsay's place. However, his plan was put on hold when he walked into his kitchen and switched on the lights.

Montana, HIS Montana was sitting on his table, legs crossed and hands folded on her lap. Danny felt his throat go dry at what she was wearing. The bra pushed her breasts upward, making them seem even bigger, and her panties were a poor excuse of coverage. "Uhh, Montana?"

She stood, giving Danny a much better view, and slowly walked over towards him. She smiled, her voice coy, "Aww Danny," she leaned closer to his ear, "I liked in better when you called me Lindsay." She finished with a lick and nip at his ear. Grabbing her hair, Danny slammed their lips together in a furious kiss. He nearly shoved all of his tongue down her throat, noting that she had even gone so far as to put on strawberry lip gloss. Delicious.

Lindsay smiled on the inside. She grabbed at his shirt and guided him towards one of the chairs in his kitchen. Switching their positions, Danny fell with a thump into the seat. Lindsay sat so that she straddled his lap, Danny eager hands immediately cupped his ass and set them in a slow grinding motion. Lindsay, before she got caught up in his intentions, grabbed his hands off of her and entwined their fingers.

She moved his arms to behind the chair. CLICK. Lindsay separated her lips from Danny's and again stood. Danny moved to grab and pull her back down, only to suddenly notice that his arms were handcuffed behind the chair. "Montana, what are you-""Revenge time Messer."

Danny gulped at her words. And the look on her face. He saw this coming, but he didn't think she'd go this far. "Come on Montana, I use ties on you." "Yes Danny, you did. But since I probably can't hold you still long enough to tie you to the bed, I had to get creative. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, because we're going to be here a little while."

Lindsay smiled, a rather creepy smile at that, and she moved to the fridge. "No Montana, please, I don't think I could handle that." Lindsay kept smiling as she shifted through his refrigerator. One by one she placed different ingredients of the table for Danny to see just what she had in store for him.

One can of chocolate whip cream, one bottle of chocolate syrup, one jar of chocolate frosting. "You see the theme here Messer?" Oh boy did he see the theme. Danny started straining against the handcuffs. He really couldn't handle Lindsay licking chocolate off his body, he would be sure to go insane.

"Don't even bother Messer. Those are the handcuffs Mac gave me for arresting people. I doubt they brake easily. Feel free to try though, I'll be busy with other things." She smirked at him, taking the chocolate syrup and casually strolling towards him.