Then suddenly she pulled away and slid across the seat up against the door... just staring ahead.I didn't say anything for awhile and she calmed down,...her breathing slowed and then I said, "Are you OK Kit?"She looked at me for a long time and then she said, "Yeah, I'm fine." and she started to cry softly. I slid over and took her in my arms and just held her as she buried her head in my shoulder and continued to cry. Some time later she raised her head and said, "Oh shit..." in a sad sorta. Well, I thought about the light bondage and then I started thinking about other possibilities like watching my wife with another man. I was trying to figure out just how I would go about that. I had not discussed it with her nor would I as I don’t think she would go for it, but I had decided that I wanted to try to make it happen. I was talking with a friend at work, and told him about my wife's request for the light bondage. He indicated that I was one lucky man, and that he had always wanted. Fast forwarding ten years, our first daughter had been born and we had settled into a pleasant life of quiet domesticity. One day I asked her if it bothered her that I was the only guy she had ever been totally intimate with. She assured me, rather unconvincingly, that it did not. However, a month later, I was surprised when she raised the subject again and she confessed that it did rather bother her. I told her we could change that, if she really wanted to. We talked about it (usually during. I told him that I would like to ship a desk to Marcie and he suggested that we produce a knock-down model that could be assembled by almost anyone. I told him it sounded like a good plan and left, feeling downhearted that sales of the desk had diminished. It meant K.O.'s education account would suffer.Staying on guard, waiting for Charlie to strike, didn't appeal to me at all. I didn't want to put a lock on my door because it would make it look obvious that I had taken his threat seriously. I.