Once inside her room, I took the two bottles of wine out and set them on the coffee table that was in front of the small, two person couch in the sitt...ing area. I also took the plastic cups and wine opener out. Cindy looked surprised when I removed a tube of warming massage oil from the bag and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds. I smiled at her and simply said, "This is for later. We can have the guys give us a massage after the hot tub." I found her nervousness absolutely. That man looked so good pist off. I realized he stopped yelling and I snapped from my gaze and realized he wasn’t speaking. Just standing there across the kitchen in a rage. He looked so sexy… He started to say something I didn’t care, I started thinking about how long it had been, 4 months and 3 weeks… It was well over do I was sitting on the counter, he walked up still talking, I think about a divorce… He got closer and said something else I’m sure. Turned on by the whole experience I. The only other path I can think of is to keep him and try to learn to control him. I don’t think he is ever going to be reliably under control though which pretty much leaves me a nymphomaniac practically speaking.”“There’s no hurry, I’m not talking about setting anything up for tomorrow and probably not the next day either. Besides, have you ever used stuff like that?” he asked, nodding toward the restraints. “No I’m a bondage virgin.” She laughed. “Then we had better get some practice.” “We!. Within a few days, I had settled into my new home, and workplace. The people I encountered were friendly and helpful, and unlike the city, they always greeted me. Being educated, and a teacher, also put me on a higher plain of respect. This really amused... and okay… delighted me. I almost became tired of my name, with the constant, ‘Hi Sydney, and bye Sydney,’ that seemed to punctuate my every move.Saturday evenings at the bar was the main event in the town. It was apparently always.