I decided it was now or never and placed a reassuring hand on her knee. I felt her muscles tighten as I squeezed it gently but she made no attempt to ...ove it. Spurred on by her lack of resistance, I started to slowly move my fingers, massaging just above her knee. I heard her sigh softly and her legs moved apart slightly. When I looked at her eyes were closed and soft moans were escaping her lips. As I increased the pressure, her moans grew louder and her legs parted even more as I massaged. Charles just wanted to continue talking to her."So you come here often?" he asked her."Sometimes by myself," Ivy said. "When I want to be alone."Charles liked what he just heard. He wished he was just alone here with Ivy, hiolding hands like boyfriend-and-girlfriend and that they would start smooching.Ivy looked at Charles for a while."So you came here with your parents?" she asked him."Just with my mom. My parents are divorced," Charles sighed.He hated the fact that his parents had been. His gaze didn’t waver from mine while he patiently waited for my response.After a quiet moment, he set down the rope and shrugged. “Okay. I’m just k**ding.”A small part of me was disappointed. I hadn’t pictured him ever asking about anything as kinky as bondage but now that he had, I was curious. Why hadn’t I just said something?It was him. He was overwhelming. I hadn’t seen him in so long but now he was here and his eyes were filled with lust as he looked over my silken lingerie dress. I. “Are the two topics mutually exclusive? Can you not kiss and then talk about the oxytocin it released?“Holmes, eh? Am I to be your Watson? It occurs to me that if the Baker Street Irregulars have that particular problem, you might recommend laxatives?”“Oh, I like that, Hal. I like that a lot. Shall we perform sapiosexual acts together?” By now, Joan, Elizabeth, and Carol were in hysterics. Gerri and Angus were red-faced trying to be decorous.Barbie slid onto my lap, with a deft hip maneuver.