Stepping into a bar where people knew me, if only by my face, was almost like making a declaration. Certainly there were plenty of looks from those si...tting and standing in the bar but there were no screams of horror or pointing fingers. Simon appeared at my side and kissed me on the cheek then guided me over to a corner table."You look stunning Michelle." He smiled when he helped me slide out of my leather jacket. His weren't the only eyes that roamed over me, from the hoop earrings, the soft. I started the engine and moved out onto the road giving a little wave to the curtain twitcher’s for my short journey home. The next evening I logged into my computer to discover that Peter had already sent me a new mail from what I read it was obvious that I had pretty much got things right for him. Over the following fortnight we exchanged mails on a daily basis with Peter now asking if we could meet again and more about the things his wife would require of him as her sub. Due to the content. She can feel the twitchingof her fingers, the wetness of the ground beneath her knees. The roar of herpulse fills her body and her racing breath is all she can hear. Then he touches her. Softly, his fingers caress her head, gently undoingher blindfold. As her vision returns in a blaze of light, she instinctivelyturns in his direction, then jerks back. Just to the side of where her headhad lain, the head of the axe was half-buried in the wooden stump. His strikehad missed her flesh by perhaps. .”“It’s no use worrying,” Jaeger said with a shrug. “You won’t do yourself, nor anyone else any good by making yourself miserable.”“How can you be so ... aloof?” she asked, looking up at him with a flurry of purple feathers. “The world might end tomorrow for all we know, but you’re not worried at all?”“Sure I’m worried, but like I said, worrying doesn’t help anyone. Being a soldier is ninety percent waiting, ten percent fighting. If you let it, your worry and your apprehension will drive you.