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replaced by concern.
    “Are you sure this is good for
you, Abby? Secrets and whips and handcuffs? All for a fuck or two?”
    Leslie’s use of the word fuck was
rare but always well placed. I sighed.
    “Yes, it is…or it will be. And
it’s not just for ‘a fuck or two’. I think there’s going to be a whole lot more
to this.” I took her arm, pulling her out from behind the ficus tree.
    “Come on, I’ll buy you lunch and
tell you all the gory details. But only this once. No more after this.”
     
    ***
     
    I was puttering around in the
kitchen that evening, cleaning up after dinner, when the phone rang. Snatching
it up, I glanced at the caller ID; Private Caller. Discreet guy.
    “Hello?” My voice sounded
breathless, even to me.
    “Hi, Abby. Am I catching you at a
bad time?”
    My heart did that flip-flop thing
again. Maybe I have a medical condition .
    “No, this is fine. I’m done with
dinner and not really interested in doing the dishes.” I sat down on the couch.
Something poked me in the back. Reaching behind me, I fished 50 Shades of
Grey out from between the cushions. I smiled to myself as I held the book
in my lap.
    “I really enjoyed last night, Abby.
Very much. I’m hoping we can get together fairly soon. I’m very anxious to have
a session with you.” I heard him laugh softly. “I’m really interested in seeing
you, period, truth be told.”
    I smiled into the phone. “I’m
anxious to see you…to have a session with you.”
    “We talked about last night about
this, Abby. But I want to make sure we still agree, before we go any further.”
His voice had gone serious.
    “We agreed our interaction
wouldn’t stray away from the rather strict confines of the dominant and
submissive relationship.  Outside of that relationship, there may be times
when I will ask you to accompany me to public events. In those instances,
unless we’ve agreed on anything different, I would like you to be my guest,
under no constraints or conditions. Do you agree with this? Is that how you’ve
understood what we’re doing here?”
    I hesitated. This was what I
wanted, above all, to not become so entangled with a man that I got my heart
broken again. Some deep part of me wanted to use Jake, to take from him what
pleasure I could and explore my own desires.
    A tiny part of my heart sank
though, the little bit of the incurable romantic in me wanting to view Jake as
my romantic partner. I held back that part, shoving it far away from what was
being presented to me now.
    “I do understand and I agree. And
I appreciate your honesty. I think we’re totally on the same page.”
    “Great. Let’s see…it’s already
mid-week. Should we start on Friday? I have the sense I’d like this first
session to be relaxed, no worrying about work the next day. You may need some
aftercare, some recovery time, depending on what we do. I want to make sure to
make you feel as safe and cared for as possible.”
    My heart was racing. Aftercare?
Like medical care? I think there was some research I need to do before
Friday. My throat was suddenly dry, my voice coming out as a small croak. I
tried again.
    “Yes, Friday is fine.”
    Jake gave me his address and
private cell phone number, along with his currently blocked home phone number.
I was familiar with the suburb where he lived; it was outside the center of
Houston, the land of million dollar homes on huge lots. I swallowed hard.
     After the phone call, my
mind was numb. Was this what I wanted? Yes . And did I want this with Jake? Absolutely.
    Then why was my heart pounding
and my palms damp?
     
    ***
     
    The Internet is a wonderful
place; sometimes it’s also very scary. I found a good site devoted to the BDSM
lifestyle. There was a great deal to take it. I did learn what aftercare
entailed, relieved to learn it would be Jake’s reasonability to see that I was
okay after a session, that I wouldn’t just be sent home to deal with…whatever I
had to deal with.
    My Internet