He has done some leather work as a hobby.He has done some leather work as a hobby. In fact, he's quite a handyman: he can do electronics, cabinetwork, carpentry, plumbing, body work (on cars, on cars) and stuff like that. The garage is a regular workshop, full of tools. He says he's been waiting years to have a workshop. It must be nice to have a real salary after so many years of school. Nurses don't get real salaries. It only sounds real to high-schoolers. I digress. After I had gotten the cuffs he told me he had some- thing special in mind for after lunch. We ate, I naked, he fully clothed, then left the dishes on the breakfast nook table. "Do you think that by 'strutting your stuff' you have somehow made up for questioning me and hesitating at the car door this morn- ing?" he said. "Now put on your cuffs," he said, striding toward the living room. He seems to enter this artificial 'master mode' when he's about to do something to me. Like he's reading from a script or something. I ran along side him, fumbling with the cuffs, playing along. "I thought you would be pleased," I said, "I did it for you." "And I sensed a little more than the desire to please in your actions. There was pride and a touch of rebelliousness. You were playing today's game to win." He really talks that way when we're ... well ... doing this kind of stuff. "No, really!" I protested, unconvincingly. He took my head between his hands and held my face so I had to look him in the eyes. He said nothing, just looked skeptical. Okay, so taking off my dress unasked and then leaving him stand- ing by the car was, maybe, more than was strictly required of me. "Well ... maybe ..." I hedged, not really admitting it, my eyes sliding away from his. "Besides," he said, releasing me, "you were fully dressed the whole time, and nudity in a car with tinted windows on a country road or in an isolated woods isn't really all that daring. |