"What about steel bondage mitts?" she purred as pushed her disheveled hair back out of her eyes."What?" Tom replied as he made a beeline to the coffee...machine."Steel bondage mitts," his flatmate repeated."Are you asking me, or telling me?" he smiled back as he poured his coffee."Telling of course," she giggled.Tom looked at the open internet page which showed a particularly heavy pair of the item in question. Jessica took a tape measure and measured his wrist that was holding the coffee mug.. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed so that I may give a proper apology." "my name is Dana." "please forgive me Dana for disturbing your slumber." "wow you are quite the gentleman and what is your name?" "I am Theodore. Tell me what's bothering you." "it's about my boyfriend. He broke up with me today and I'm having trouble figuring out what I did wrong." "when you met him how did you feel?" "I felt as though I met the man of my dreams.". Natalie's heavy sigh sounded like she was blowing into the phone. "I just pray she'll have it better than my first. It was awful. I don't even want to think about it."So Natalie had bad sex her first time too? Was there no end to young women whose initiation was messed up? My latest clock jumps were for relatively recent incidents. So far, they'd had little or no impact on my life with Maggie and Felice. Jumping back to Natalie's first experience would put my desirable status quo in possible. You are who you are, babe. You’re the most loving, caring man that I know, and I have never felt safer and happier than being with you. If that means sharing you with your stepsister, so be it. I’d rather share a man like you than have a thousand shallow men to myself. Is it strange? Is it risky? Is it unorthodox? Yes. But it’s also the most loving, romantic solution that I can imagine for the three of us.“So, how about it? Let’s take this adventure together, you, me, and the sister who holds.