It was my place, after all. Tara leaned forward enough to slide a hand over my bare knee before emptying the bottle in our glasses. I don't know what ...that meant, but when she finished her wine she stood to leave.After calling a cab, she said; "Well, tonight was fun. We should do it again sometime. Soon."I wasn't sure what that meant, either. Without acknowledging it to my self, I guess I hoped she meant what she said, and I did not delve into deciphering which part of the night she referred to.. I inform him that you are bound blindfolded.and have earbuds in but we should still try to be quiet. After I give him a brief rundown on what I want to happen we head back inside. Now I have to admit, I am nervous. Not really sure how I am going to feel about his and even more so how you are going to react. The only thing that makes this slightly more comforting is that you don't know who it is and probably never will. But like we always say there is only one way to find out. So I open. Not too tight! I squeaked. Youll crush me! Ha Ha! I dont recall you ever complaining before. Well I think you added a few muscles there. Doubtful, but thanks. So where we going? Nowhere. I ordered pizza. It should be here in a few. Figured wed watch a movie here. I gulped. This is so not good. I worried silently. Yea sounds great. I lied. So whats new? What ya wanna talk with me bout? Hes not beating you is he? Cause it kinda looks like it. He asked taking a seat at the bar. I followed suit. Obviously divorce was a rational result of such an event, but Grace begged and promised and finally an agreement was reached. She would go with Stacey to this place that her husband knew about, a little farm in Texas, and while there she would be punished, repeatedly and strictly, by Stacey and others, until such time as Stacey was ready to forgive her. The scope of punishments available was not defined at all. Grace was only told that the place specialized in treating errant women, especially.