They sat for a few moments.Finally, Bri spoke. "Have you thought about what you'd like to do withBill?... the test, I mean?" That's what's bothering ...e," Brenda said. "The fact is, Bri, that I DOlove him. I do. But when I talked with Cathleen and learned all aboutHeather..." Brenda trailed off. After a moment, she continued, "So I decided to show off my power overBill to Cathleen. I got him on video over the internet and put himunder... and had him do himself with my panties. I love the. That can be hazardous when you’re driving. How about if we park and talk about how the summer is going to proceed?’ My ability to concentrate on driving plummeted at that point. Fortunately, there was a turn off into a dirt road that headed in the direction of the river that was just out of sight, screened by a stand of redwoods and undergrowth. I turned into the road and slowed to a snail’s pace. The road was a road in name only, it was pocked with holes filled with water and closed in on. Self-promoting and advertising was a lot of my work these days. When I took over for my dad, I had thought crafting wines was the biggest part of my job - how naïve.I had lunch at the Back Street Café. As usual, the crab cake and eggs with citrus beurre blanc was wonderful. The café was bustling with people, loud with the shouts of cooks in the kitchen and the clatter of plates. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue. Eating here with her - sipping wine - laughing together.. We were sitting at the dining room table, eating the nice dinner she had prepared."So tell me more about this D/s thing... what is it that you like about it?" she asked me out of the blue."WHAT!?" I asked, after choking half to death on a mouthful of food."Well, you said it's a part of you, and you seem to be so into it. So what is it about this thing that interests you?" she repeated."I-I..." I said. I still couldn't believe she was opening up this conversation again. "I like it because it is.