I awoke the next morning alone in his bed, not remembering being moved.I awoke the next morning alone in his bed, not remembering being moved. To the side of the bed was a bottle of champagne, a note, and a key. "Dearest. Your turn now." A riding crop dangled from the doorknob, and I knew he hadn't used that on me -- you never forget what one feels like, even years later. Investigat- ing downstairs, I found John bound to the pole, where I had been. I ignored him while I looked at the mechanisms. Finally, I released him from the pole, and punched him in the stomach as hard as I could. "John, that was a wonderful night, and if you ever do anything like it again I'll cut your nuts off and feed them to you for breakfast. I'll see you next month." After watching him writhe in pain a bit longer, I tossed the key down, helped myself to some clothes and his car, and left. I refused to take any calls from him for four weeks, though I did mail his car keys back. Remembering that incident, I pondered what to say to him this time. |