She swirled the rum in her cup and spoke as she thought about it. “So it’s not an equal relationship. It’s not even really a relationship at all... He does what I tell him to, and he looks out for my interests. He does it all on his own terms though. He’s not some obsequious footman. He speaks his mind, and he does things according to what he thinks is best for me, even if I disagree. If I ordered him to do something he didn’t want to do, he’d do it, but he’d probably do it in a way that made me. Her allowance is not higher than mine, and some of that stuff is not cheap. So while I untie her and have her stand up straight, I ask her about it.“I got them off the internet. Mom gave us a credit card for books and stuff, and the card statement only says ‘Amazon’, but not which items I bought. So every once in a while I snuck in a whip or a pair of clamps or something.”“Huh, that’s pretty smart.”“Yes, I am!” And she smirks at me. Of course.With that mystery solved I am now even more. He laughed when I arrived. I went red. Was it my shorts or my bike? ‘I know my bike’s not as good as yours…’ I began. ‘It’s your shorts…your arse is going to hurt in them!’ ‘But cyclists wear Lycra shorts,’ I said naively. ‘They do but look…’ He basically showed me his arse and how the padded area encased his arse. God it gave his arse more definition and how it fucking shone in the light. ‘Your shorts are fine for the gym, or dancing but when your arse hurts…are you wearing anything under. She was the only person in the world that he ever let see for the real and true him, no Changeling or Warlock powers involved, but the man that lay beneath it all, and that was part of what he liked about their relationship, that he didn’t have to be something that he wasn’t. ‘Well you know that I am always happy to see you, no matter the circumstances involved with you being here Donna, even just a few moments would be better than hours on end without word from you,’ he said, his own voice.