I was very tempted to call her or email her for more details, but I thought maybe this was a test. Maybe Kyra wanted me to show some initiative. I was...reluctant. It seemed like this could lead me into a dark, soul-eating emotion-space. I'd felt that often since joining the Last Wives Club, but I just kept going along with Kyra's suggestions, and I had nothing but positive results. I was a happier person and my children seemed to like the new me better. But I would be on my own with this. I. .. it’s not a problem. I should be by at about 7:15. You’ll have about 10 minutes. If you’re not out by then, no ride.”“That’ll work.”She gave me another kiss and then I got in the truck as she went into the house, waving bye the whole time.The interrogation was on when I got home. Mom was sitting at the table when I walked into the kitchen.“Sit.” It wasn’t a question. I did as I was told.“So, I take it you two are dating now?”“Yes.”“Care to elaborate?”“So, we went and had a picnic. We. After fumbling about a bit he looked up to see a small patch of light coming from the ceiling. "Wait a ceiling? I was just on the friggin' sidewalk. "I must be dreaming, eh might as well enjoy it." As his eyes began to adjust he made his way forward through the dark, soon he found walls to his left and right. Jack figured he was in some sort of cave. As he progressed there was a dim light appearing in the distance. Jack was determined to figure out what it was. Might as well be sooner than. At first, she let me fuck her after three days in the belt; then it was after a week or two. But every night I’d be munching between her legs. And then of course Fabien realized that getting fucked wasn’t a requirement, and let me just jerk off after ten to fifteen days in chastity, and then after reading a few of your letters, she got me on a sixty day chastity penance. That’s the way it’s been this last nine months.And, as I write this, Fabien is on a back packing trip with an old high.