When my heart beat and breathing came back to normal, Michael kissed me on the lips and asked in his most tender voice, ‘Do you need me to unlatch y...ou?’ I nodded. It was only then that I realized that my arms felt achy and sore. He unlatched the wrist cuffs from the chains and my arms dropped limp. He took each arm and moved it back and forth, up and down until they felt flexible and limber again. He gave me sips of champagne until my mouth felt fully hydrated again. He laid me on my back and. "Okay, guys, time to go inside." When the expected chorus protestsdied down, John repeated the command. "It's past your bedtimes. Now Idon't want any arguments tonight." Knowing he was right, after all children of seven and five do wearthemselves out once in awhile, the two youngster started to pick up thetowels they had been sitting on. John folded up the beach chair and looked out at the moonlit ocean. Alight breeze was starting to come in from off shore, a gentleforewarning of the heavy. Let me explain. One Easter break we caught a cheap flight to Amsterdam for a long weekend, spent the nights in a tiny tent in a backpackers’ campsite and the days mostly getting wrecked in coffee shops. On our second evening we’d wandered into the red light district. At the time I thought it was purely accidental, although with hindsight I guess Mike might have known exactly what he was doing. Either way, I didn’t mind. Like millions of rude British tourists before us, we wandered the narrow. ”“Thanks,” Terry said staring at the folder. The longer she looked at it, the thicker it looked. She didn’t want to open it.Smiling brightly at Terry, Susan said, “Dan sure was in a good mood when he left here. Did you have a good meeting?”“It was just peachy,” Terry said. She opened the folder and cringed when she looked at the first page of notes. She looked up and said, “We didn’t even get a chance to talk about the expansion plans.”Susan looked very surprised. She said, “That’s odd. Dan.