Gabriel Green was sitting at the desk in his plumbing supplies shop, reading the sports section of the California Times. He looked up as a fairly cute brunette walked through the door, accompanied by a dog that was bigger than she was. He smirked slightly.<br/><br/>"What can I do ya for?" He asked with a slight leer, then coughed slightly. That damn aftershave his wife had given him for his birthday and insisted he use was so strong, and quite honestly it was the cheapest stuff on the market. He pulled out a pack of Marlboroughs and lit one up to try and get rid of the smell of the cologne. His wife was trying to make him quit, but he couldn't see the harm in the occasional one.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not far away, Daphne shivered slightly. She was actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of helplessness and humiliation. Anticipating when someone would come through the door and see her like this... It wasn't the first time she'd been tied up and helpless, of course, but it was the first time she'd been stark naked. She began to imagine whom she would most like to see come through that door, and whom she would least like to see.<br/><br/>Oddly, she found Velma at the top of both lists.