." she began. "I guess I should start from the beginning. I guess it all started when my sister's friend Tiffany came back into town. "My sister's28, ...and Tiffany's the same age. They were friends in high school. Tiffany had tohave been the smartest person, boy or girl, ever to go to our school. She's beenaway at college on a scholarship, studying biochemistry since she was 18. Ithink she's got, like, 2 Ph.D.'s now." "So anyway, she came back to visit about a year and a half ago, when we'd been. I mean, food has to be put on the table somehow.’ His eyes cut into narrow slits at my last sentence. He knows it was directed at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he asked. ‘You and I both know that currently your career is total shit and that you’ve morphed into a stay at home dad.’ ‘So you’re kicking me when i’m down.’ ‘I’m not kicking you. I’m just saying that i’m not fond of your complaints. I can’t give you, the kids, and my job 100% all the time. You don’t know how stressed i’ve. Have you ever thought of using food during sex?” I couldn’t deny it. “Yes.” “I’m sorry for being so direct, but out of all of my friends I feel that you are the most sincere and the most trustworthy.” I blushed again, the redness to my cheeks instant, and I had to look away. She’s doesn’t know me, I thought. “Why do you think I’m trustworthy?” “Because you’re sweet and quiet, and sadly, you’re afraid of your husband. If you ever did anything provocative with another person, say a friend, no one. Once it was open he threw the door open and allowed her to stand and take it in before yanking her across the threshold. In the middle of the room was a self supporting frame, much like door frame, with leather cuffs and cables attached to the four corners. to the left of the frame was a long stainless steel table full of instruments and paraphernalia which Jennifer knew belonged to a BDSM lifestyle. She had seen their like on internet sites: crops, thongs, paddles, pins, candles. She stopped.