She pulled away from my face and looked at me, "wanna try something kinky?" I was under the impression that this WAS the kinky bit!" I retorted.Clare ...iggled and turned me onto my back. She reached behind me and pulled a piece of rope that was knotted into a noose and put it over my wrist. I looked at her half curious, half smiling as she reached the other side and did the same with my other wrist. She leaned forward to kiss me again and I didn't notice her hands reach under the pillow and she. It would appear that she was making the alert, when it was actually a man."Nate who was in Joan's office at 3PM today?" I asked."I will have to check. She wasn't in the office. She was on the floor helping the people sort the load. Everyone was helping to repackage the load. I'll have to call you back." Nate said."Nate don't confront him. We aren't sure about anything yet," I informed him.I turned to Wilson. "How the fuck can we be so wrong, so often?" I asked."Sylvia, we did what we had to do. I’d sold her on coming over by explaining that I’d had sex with my mother already and mom had more to lose than Marty did.It had all made sense at the time, but now I was faced with the reality that had been my own making. Mom and Marty talked for a while in the living room. They’d apparently warmed up to each other, with both of them laughing more and more often – I hoped not about me. I was in my room, sulking, when I heard them walking around. I joined them in time to learn that the dining. He pulled out a tablespoon and dipped a heaping spoonful of crystals into the cup. Then another.“You like it black, sista?” he said.“Yes, thank you,” I answered. He scooped a third tablespoon of coffee crystals into the cup, then poured water from a kettle boiling on a hotplate beside him.“We get along jus’ fine then,” he said as he used the same spoon to stir the coffee. “I like it white.” I reached for the cup and then looked up at him. He had a grin on his face a mile wide. White?“I ... um.