Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 14:

That very evening, as I rode the bus home, I sat looking out the window, trying to discern which elements of the world were tangible and which had been supplied only for me. Suddenly, I saw her! Out on the sidewalk! Naked and in chains!

"Laysan!" I screamed and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, craning my neck to see her again... but she was gone. I looked around the bus. Everyone was looking at me with a mild sense of fear and excitement.

"An old high school friend..." I lied as an excuse, pointing out the window.

"Laysan? Who's Laysan?" Lisianski asked.

Oh, shit! I had never said her name aloud before. What had I done?