Oh, we should probably put on shoes."At his words the idea flashed through my mind. Why not, indeed? It did sound exciting even if nothing like anythi...ng I would have thought exciting a few days ago. My small laugh joined his. "OK, why not?" I fished around and found the small roll of toilet paper and my boots, slipping them on without socks. It was dark in the tent but it sounded like Matt was getting his boots on also.Soon he reached over and pulled the zippers on the tent netting and flap and. But they moved to the West Coast for a better job for her. I have not heard from them since. But that is why I got into the whole BDSM culture. All of it intrigues me and piques my interest, from the costumes to the gear and supplies. But I really think that it is the psychology of it all that has drawn me in the most. I am not that different from you. I am driven by a need to both understand and be understood. That was why I asked about all of your boyfriends when you first moved in. It. ‘Why don’t we make him come to us? We’ve been dancing to their tune. Let’s get one of them to do a jig for us.’ Hawk thought about that and slowly nodded. ‘That’s not bad, but what’s to keep him from bringing friends? Or just not coming?’ I rubbed my temples with my fingertips. ‘It would have to appeal to his greed,’ I said. ‘He won’t want to share. I’ll tell him that I’m tired of fighting and want to pay him off. I don’t think he’d bring someone who might take money from him.’ ‘Where would be. ’ ‘You’ll have to find me first.’ He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and danced out of range, noticing that she shared the same goofy smile as he did. He left Lisa to perform her intake duties and went about his job, helping others around the facility as he did every day. It was well past eleven o’clock when he went down to look in on Chantal. Her door was cracked and it was quiet but small sounds caught his ear, the sounds of a woman being pleasured. Chantal had no idea that her door was.