I thought quickly. Who else would be here? Who would have motivation to be here? I thought back to Deadshot's known associates and it clicked."You can... call me Caliburn, Ms. Savage. I'm guessing you're here for Lawton?" I asked in a whisper."You're good. Yes, I am. Why are you here?" She asked. We were keeping our voices low so as not to attract the guards' attention."The prisoner in the other cell. You can have Lawton, but the other prisoner and the pendant on the table come with me. Deal?". ??Jay! That?s horrible. I am your wife. I love you. How could you think such a thing???I never even thought something like that could happen but it did. You know it did. You said ?it just happened?. OK. It happened once. It could happen again. Let?s not discuss it any more today, I want sex tonight.?That night I put handcuffs on her and we made happy and fulfilling love -- good sex. I removed the cuffs, we hugged and slept. The next night I cuffed her again and cuffed her ankles. . She’d been a fool to let Tom make her feel like she was nothing and an even bigger fool to cave in to his pressure to keep losing weight to look like the trophy wife he wanted. But it was never enough. She was never thin enough or pretty enough. No matter how much she starved herself, he treated her as if she was nothing. Their sex life was an occasional obligatory fuck where she was ordered to lay still while he rammed his cock into her cunt until he came. There was never any thought given to. This weekend is a leg of lamb, slow roasted.”“Would you like it boned,” asked the butcher.“No thanks,” said Melanie, “I want to show them how that’s done in a way they can feel it. I suspect you’re not allowed to let customers behind the counter and to actually play with the meat.”“I think there’s a rule about that, somewhere,” said the butcher, smiling.As they walked through the pharmacy aisle Ben paused. “Mel?” he asked, feeling slightly awkward.Melanie turned and saw the boys were looking at.