a/n I had already done this in a previous chap and in 100 Ways. As you know, I updated it. Now I thought of an even funnier spin. So here it is.*

Clothes were discarded, scattered in a rumbled mess on the floor. Moans and groans filled the room, with the occasional little yelp.

"Let's try something," the husband told his wife, mischief gleamed in his hazel eyes.

"What?"

He grabbed something out of the nightstand drawer. He let the item dangle from his finger, a sly smile on his face.

The wife returned the smile, putting her hands behind her back. "Kinky."

"I know."

"Uh, Linda?" Danny smiled sheepishly, "you're, uh, you're not gonna believe this, but..." he let out a breathy laugh, "They're, um, they're stuck."

"Oh, come on, Danny. As fun as last night was, I gotta make my shift. Please take the cuffs off," Linda rolled her eyes, her husband always wanted more sex.

"I ain't lying to ya, babe. They really are stuck."

Linda whirled around, "whaddaya mean 'they're stuck'? They can't be stuck! I need them to not be stuck!"

"Calm down. I just lost the key. Soon as we find the key, we can get them off."

"Two hours! Two hours of searching and we haven't found the dog-gone key!" Linda complained, the skin on her wrists was way past raw.

"Look, I'm sure it's here somewhere. Keep looking," Danny picked up a couch cushion as the phone rang. "Linda, can you get that?"

The blonde grunted, "How am I supposed to get it? My hands are cuffed behind me!" Linda stared at the phone, wondering how she was going to answer. She turned around and grabbed the phone. Putting it on the table, she shouted, "just a minute, please!" She cocked her head, wondering what she was going to do. By crouching down, she was able to grab it, only to drop it while trying to get it to her ear. She dropped to her knees, "one more minute, please!" After a lot of struggle, Linda was able to wedge the phone between her shoulder and her ear. "Hello?"

"What the hell was that crash?"

"Joe? Thank goodness! Can you come over? It's an emergency!"

"What?" Joe Reagan wondered, "what emergency?"

"I can't explain over the phone. Just get down here!"

"Okay... I'll be there soon."

Linda walked over to the door, hearing someone knock. "Who is it?"

"Joe!"

"Come on in."

Joe jiggled the knob, "it's locked."

Linda sighed, hanging her head. She turned around and turned the knob. She smiled at her brother in law, "Hi." She turned around to walk into the kitchen where her husband still hunted for the keys.

Joe's eyes zoomed in on his sister in law's butt, where her hands rested. He cocked his head at the shiny metal bracelets that held her arms behind her.

"Um... please tell me those handcuffs weren't used for what I think they were used for."

"Sorry, buster. But Mr. Kinky here thought it was a great idea to use the handcuffs."

"Oh, come on, Linda." Danny rolled his eyes, still looking for the key. "You and I both know you had fun. Lotsa fun."

"Whatever. Joe, please tell me you have the key?"

"Yeah, hold on," Joe retrieved the key from his belt. He unlocked the handcuffs, getting a relief-filled sigh from Linda.

She rubbed her wrists, "thank you so much! Now I really gotta go to work. Bye, guys." She grabbed her purse, "oh! And you," She pointed to Danny, "no kinky stuff." She headed out the door.

Joe loooked at his brother and shook his head.

"What?" Danny asked, putting the handcuffs on his belt. He gave his brother a look, "oh, come on. You're telling me you've never thought about what it'd be like to use handcuffs?"

"Yeah, but I've never been stupid enough to do it!"

"Shut up, Joe. I'm late, too."

Joe followed his brother out the door, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to keep this from his siblings.