Yes I do, sir” she said and took the world´s puff on the cigarette. Then she took a second large zip of white wine. The handcuffs were still attach...d to her left wrist and rattled when she put the glass down on the table. “Will you really keep me...captive for days?” she asked, without looking at him. “That is very possible, yes!”“Is there any way we can end this when I want to?“Not really...Do you want this to stop right now, Zanna?“No, not right now, but maybe later...depends on what. The first chapter of the story begins with Bonnie submitting to a discipline session for breaking her promise to her supposed friends. Chapter One Maneuvering onto the brick laden circular driveway from the gas-lamp lined street, the steady mist of rain leaves a shadowy haze in the early autumn evening air of the upper scale neighborhood. The gas lights lining the curbs just beginning to flicker on, Bonnie glances through the slowly sweeping wiper blades toward the well kept house. Why? Don't tell me you're surprized that a woman does that kind of work." I guess I sound sexist, don't I?" A little. She doesn't do the smith-work. The shoes are all lightweight alloys now, not hammered iron bar-stock. Still, it isn't light work. Gracie still swings a mean hammer. And not just for a woman her age. She's got to be in her seventies now."Miranda fell silent. She was wondering what she'd be doing at that age. Her present career could only last so long. Age wouldn't be the limiting. Naja, man kann sich schon denken wie.Und da ticken wir einfach anders. Jedem (Paar) das seine zwar, und wenn andere damit glücklich und zufrieden sind, dann ist das okay - aber für uns kann es manchmal gar nicht verdorben genug sein, und wir sind echt froh, dass wir Andere kennen, die ähnlich gestrickt sind, und dass wir gelegentlich auch neue Mitspieler finden.Vor kurzem waren meine Gedanken, unter dem Eindruck der aktuellen Einschränkungen, geprägt davon, dass es wohl lange Zeit nicht mehr so.