"Uh huh," said Jennifer, turning one more page. Then she sat back with her finger on the first sentence in the book. Something in his voice alerted he... that this was interesting to him. "Why?"Don thought about it. He knew Bob came straight from helping Matt, so it must have been pure coincidence that he had that bike when he picked Jennifer up. Had his little girl been exposed to what that thing did? She had to have, unless Bob rigged it not to, somehow."Nothing," he said softly. "I've never. It took them about thirty minutes to move all of the parts. The physical work felt good to Ed and allowed him to burn off some of his frustration. Manuel was quiet, just working nonstop.Ed asked, “So where is all of this stuff going?”Manuel replied, “To the high school. The auto shop class is rebuilding a Mustang.”“Sweet,” remarked Ed. He had never had a Mustang, but it was a very popular car when he was growing up.The ride to the high school was quiet until Ed spotted Manuel’s son driving. Just like I don't know what to do about Tara." And I don't know what to do about a lot of things," I said. "Telling you about last night was difficult for me. I knew I faced the possibility of you packing up and leaving again. But I did it anyway. I didn't have to. I could have told you a hundred different things and you would never have known the difference. But I thought you deserved the truth. I'll know better the next time I have a choice in the matter."At some point I guess I had crossed. She liked me to call her my little bitch spank her and with a little coaxing from me she even started calling me master. She would let me do just about anything I wanted to her in bed. However our escapades in bed was it. She never let it out of the bedroom and in fact would try to get rather controlling in the rest of our day to day lives. this all changed about 7 months ago to my great benefit and That my friends is where our story begins. It happened on what would be a otherwise normal day.