Tracy was a naive girl in her early twenties, she can come to work for the Greenwood's a few years ago. It was the first time she felt she belonged. Tracy grew up with an alcoholic father, and a mother who "worked nights..." Tracy was the oldest of three and was always taking care of her younger siblings. Never having had a boyfriend in her life she began working to try and support herself. The Greenwood's hired her and she had never felt so loved and accepted. Yes, she cleaned their house and did chores, but she felt like she was loved and she couldn't thank them enough for that.<br/><br/>Tracy was in the master bedroom organizing things when she came across a bag hidden in the back corner of the closet. Without much thought she looked inside and began pulling things out to try and organize them, put them where they went. It was like David to leave things in bags. Absentmindedly Tracy began rummaging through the contents of the bag when the flicker of metal caught her eye as she pulled out a set of handcuff. "Oh my.." She said herself. She peered into the bag and her eyes widened in wonder. "What is all this for!?" Being as naive as she was, she couldn't conceptualize why someone would want this kind of stuff, let alone what they would do with it. Tracy picked up the handcuffs she had just set down and she stared in wonder at a black silk blindfold.