... Utterly confused. Everything in my life said that I should flee the house at once. Just grab my stuff and go. But another part of me wanted to be ...n the other side of the door. Not just watching, but taking part .... with them. I wanted them both and I thought – I suppose I now knew – that they wanted me too. But I didn't know what to do about it. That evening, over supper, it was as if nothing had happened. We ate and drank and chatted. Then I went to bed. That's when I had the dream for. I told her she could leave her bra and panties on until we finished talking and I would retain my shorts until we got started. We talked a little while longer--she curious about the pain and how a whip could make her ?feel good?? I told her that whipping was just one of many latent sexual experiences most women fantasized about, but would never admit to, let alone try; that submission was but one kind of many different kinds of highly gratifying means of sexual stimulation. Then, saying. "But the L and the G and the Bhave so much in common with the T that they are able to mutuallyencourage and support one another. The interactions of the support groupin a social setting enables them to realize that they aren't freaks orsinners but like everyone else uniquely beautiful and worthy of love andrespect." Social setting?" I asked."Yes, they are kind of like informal parties, very low key. They alwaysstart with a short presentation on some topic of interest to the LGBTcommunity. At noon, he picked up the babywent home and did what every working mother did, cleaned the house, didthe laundry gave the baby a bath made dinner and waited for his spouse toget home.@ @ @ @It was a week later; Ellen had just arrived home from a hard day at theoffice she braced herself for what was ahead. She palmed the diamondring and Ellen called for Heather to join her in the den. Heather whowas in the kitchen getting ready to put a pot-roast in the oven. Heatherwalked in impatient that.