Roses grew lush in the front yard.

The scent filtered in through the window screen as the wind opened up the peach colored drapes ;casting them to each side, like a woman suddenly unbelting her robe and steppng out of it.  The drapes hung in the air for a moment and then softly dropped.
Exactly as the curtains flowed into their airy moment Trinity leaned over and licked a tiny drop of sweat from Jenny's right temple.
"Mmmmmm." She said.  "Tastes like girl."
I handed Trinity the silver handcuffs.
She held them out in front of herself, a cuff in each hand, runnng her fingertips over the steel.
Jenny stared at the cuffs.  I studied her face. Her hair had fallen slightly forward after Trinity had released the copper colored locks she'd a moment ago held aside as she moved in for a taste of Jenny.
Her skin looked golden flushed in the fading afternoon light.  She continued to sit there on the couch, leaning slightly forward, elbows on knees as she looked at the handcuffs in Trinity's hands.
"Have you ever worn these?" Trinity asked.
She shook her head no.