Tonight it s my turn
It had been a small gathering in her studio apartment. We had been sitting on her large four poster bed. When the others left, I stayed behind to say my goodbye, because this was the first time I had met her. The four poster had been intriguing me. I had been looking at the carving at the foot, and I was intrigued. "Er---ropes?" I asked. "How did you know?" "The marks on the bedposts. Nice four-poster bed, by the way." "Thanks. You're pretty observant. You into bondage?" I hedged a bit. "Not...