Beth
                                 By Dosman!
				October 1997

Hours. Hours  and Hours. OK, maybe only 3. Honestly,  she had lost track of
them. This  was the number of hours that she had  been sitting in the chair
in her  bedroom. It was a relaxation thing she  was attempting. She had sat
down in  the chair, in  the corner of her  room, put her hands  in her lap,
closed her  eyes, and  had not moved  a muscle since.  As far  as she could
tell, that was 3  hours ago. She usually had a good sense of the passing of
time, but  she had lost track  part way through the  second hour. It was an
old  chair, a  little  wooden antique,  chair, like  that  could go  with a
dinette set.  The chair  didn’t really matter.  She was sitting  up, so her
back didn’t  touch the back of  it anyway. Actually, no  slouching could be
detected. She  was sitting  with her hands  in her lap, her  eyes and mouth
closed, looking  perfectly straight  ahead. No twitching  could be detected
either. It was almost amazing to see her like that.

She did  have an advantage though. She had  been meditating for many years,
since the 80’s  when she was a teen, when it was  the "in" thing. She would
sit, for  an hour or so  at a time everyday, and  think about the events of
it. Even with that  under her belt though, she had never done anything like
this. So, here she sits, unmoving. Is she bothered by it, not yet, although
she assumes she will grow tired of it at some point, and just like leap out
of  her chair  and  move again,  but maybe  not.  Part of  her  expects her
boyfriend  to  come  over   the  next  evening  and  find  her  like  this.

She could feel her muscles stiffen slightly, but it doesn’t bother her. She
knows that  years of  exercise and aerobics  will prevent her  muscles from
growing too stiff  from lack of use, even if she was  to stay there a week.
While  there  she thinks  about  many things.  One  of them  is her  sexual
relationships. She  thinks about how  her and her boyfriend  only ever only
have plain old vanilla  sex, with no excitement, or kinky foreplay. Did she
know what  she wanted from him? Not really. Maybe  something to do with her
in her  current motionless state. Suddenly she  imagines him coming in, and
finding her this way,  and gently playing with her in her unmoving state of
being. She  thinks about  being unable to  respond to his  advances, and it
makes  her wonder  if he  would try  to release  her. She thinks  about him
trying  to get  to her  sexually without  releasing her from  the invisible
bonds. That  would be most interesting.  She wonders if her  limbs would be
flexible to him, or not. This then leads to her thinking about being picked
up without  even twitching, and being moved around  in her current pose. It
makes  her shudder, but,  she remains  still, and continues  thinking about
other things, one after another, after another.