One morning, a few summers ago, my husband came into the bedroom, just as I was waking up. He had a set of old clothes for me to put on, including a r...ally ugly-looking scarf for my hair. He was cheery and encouraging and told me, "We're going to have fun today!" Not knowing what he was up to, but trusting his sense of playfulness, I did as he asked and put on the old clothes. He even helped me tie my long hair up and cover it.I wanted to shower and not feel all morning-smelly, but he wouldn't. Her thigh-high, stiletto boots further increased her stature.Locking on the collar she has me turn away and clasp my hands together behind my back. I feel the kidskin leather slide up my arms until my hands are encased and strapped tightly in place. She straps me in over the shoulders and tightens up the armbinder. And finally, she attaches a pair of ankle cuffs. My base instincts respond to the attention in the warm room.I half expect to be hooded soon, but instead, she produces a big. And this is my once-and-future bride, Justine, native to Quebec, who is also the mother of our daughter Chantal, who is fifteen, of our son Richard here, who is fourteen, and of the munchkin on the way, who is probably from Mike here. Mike Hawkins was part of the first steps toward plural marriage in our group, what with our joint-union with Justine.”“Pleasure to meet you, Mike,” Joey continued, while Courtney smiled somewhat playfully at him, making him stiffen.“Same here. This is Rupert. But it was what I happened to feel like writing at the moment, and I did put a few newer twists into it. If anyone wishes to archive this story, please contact me. Mommy's DayBy Morpheus Dressed only in her white satin robe, Marion sat down, with her fresh cup of coffee, and began paging through the newspaper. She yawned, still trying to wake up. She ignored her son Jason, who slurped his cereal down rather noisily across the table from her. Suddenly he stopped, and looked up. "Happy mothers.