�How you gonna watch TV with a blindfold on?�
�I mean, take the blindfold off.�
�Then you�ll be able to see me.�
�So?�
Kawan laughed. �What you mean, �so�? You know that wouldn�t be a smart thing for me to do.�
Marisa sighed. �I done everything you asked. I ain�t caused no problems or nothing. I ain�t tried to get away. You can�t do this one thing for me?�
Kawan was quiet for a moment. She did have a point. �A-ight hold up,� he said, standing. �Don�t go nowhere.� He darted to his room and returned about a minute later wearing a �Scream� mask. He sat back on the couch and began undoing the knot at the back of Marisa�s blindfold. �A-ight, I�ma take it off.�
After Marisa had been unmasked, she squinted at the light, then looked over at Kawan. She gasped, then giggled. �You been wearing that the whole time?� she asked.
Kawan sucked his teeth. �No.� He paused, staring at Marisa�s face through his mask. Now that he had gotten a good look at her, he noticed how gorgeous she was. He had always found her attractive, but in his haste to appease his fetish, he never allowed himself to truly appreciate her comeliness. �You know you are fucking beautiful.�
Marisa smiled. �Thank you. You, uh, don�t look too bad yourself.�
�Shut up.�
Marisa looked over at her trapped feet and wiggled her toes. �My feet look pretty good,� she said, rubbing them together. �I almost forgot how they looked.�
�NOO!� Marisa screeched, curling her toes.
�What you mean, �no�? It�s a commercial on.�
�So?�
Kawan disregarded Marisa�s protests and commenced to brushing the soles of her feet with the q-tip. Marisa cackled hysterically while he worked slowly and methodically, going around the balls of her feet, down the arches and in between her toes whenever the opportunity presented itself. Soon regular programming resumed and Kawan paused his tickling.
�Oh god,� Marisa panted. �You gonna make me go insane.�
�You ain�t went insane yet.�
�You never know what my breaking point might be.�
The two watched television in silence until Ren came walking into the apartment.
Now from Ren�s vantage point, the scene of a pretty girl and a person wearing a �Scream� mask sitting on his living room couch with heads turned to face him might strike one as a bit surreal. This turned out to be the case with Ren, as it took him a couple seconds to realize Marisa wasn�t wearing her blindfold.
�Shit!� he shrieked, ducking back out the door. �Why isn�t she wearing her blindfold?�
�She wanted to watch TV,� replied Kawan, calmly.
�She know what I look like now,� said Ren, reentering the apartment with his hands covering his face.
�No she don�t. She only got a glance. Marisa, you know what Plug Two look like?�
�Uh, yeah,� said Marisa. �I could probably pick him out of a police line-up.�
�Fuck! See?� Ren screamed through his palms.
�Okay, time to put the blindfold back on,� said Kawan.
�Ohhh!� Marisa groaned.
�You shoulda said no.�
�OW!�
�You motherfucker!�
�Dude, chill.�
�Now we gonna have to kill her, man.�
�What?� Marisa squeaked.
�Dude, please,� said Kawan. �Ain�t nobody getting killed.�
�She know what the house look like, she probably know where we live, what neighborhood this is . . .�
�She was unblindfolded for five minutes, B! Just chill.�
�You better fix this, man.�
�Dude, I�ll figure something out, a-ight? Don�t worry about it.�
Ren just shook his head and stormed out of the room.
�Well he was a little miffed,� said Kawan.
Marisa laughed. �You think?�
Kawan picked up his q-tip and once again started stroking the balls of Marisa�s feet with it. Caught off guard, Marisa gasped, then exploded with laughter.
�You know, I really appreciate you washing my legs and feet every night,� said Marisa. �I feel it when you do it and it tickles like hell, but I appreciate it.�
�Well, we cant have your legs and feet stinking up the apartment,� replied Kawan, stroking her neck and collarbone with his wash rag.
�I also appreciate you not . . . you know.�
�Not what?�
�You know.�
Kawan paused, his brow furrowed. �Ohh! Noooo! Come on. What do you think I am? A maniac?�
�Well . . .�
�I might be a thief and a kidnapper, but I ain�t no rapist.�
�That�s good to know.�
�Raise your arms.�