It concerned her mother. I was having breakfast in a small private dining room when the waiter informed me that a Miss Smyth was waiting to see me. I ...lmost knocked him down getting to the door. There she stood, looking exactly like she did as a child, but only 25 years older. But when she smiled, it was her mother all over. My arms went up and she came into them. I got a familiar lump in my throat. I started peppering her with questions when her hand went up and stopped me, ‘Tom, let’s sit. I started to smile and looked at her eyes. She was sexy and innocent and pure at that moment, letting the truth hang in between us for a moment. She started to speak, "I know that mind of yours and you can forget it. You already know my feelings about threesomes and it ain't gonna happen and I don't want to screw some other guy while you watch." She thought she knew me but was off base on this one. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Isn't that every guy's fantasy, a threesome? If it is. " There's a special thing they have in bondage, what they call a 'safe word' or a 'safe signal'. That's if we were really role-playing, pretending things. A 'safe word' would be a special word you could use that would tell me to stop, it was over." She looked at me curiously, "a safe word? Like what?" "Oh, maybe Jello or 'I'm done' ... so you could say other things ... you know, like 'Oh please please please don't fuck me any more!', but that would just be pretend." I saw her eyes widen. As I read them, sitting in a chair facing his desk, his hands were on my shoulder, my back and my neck again. The nervousness was back; suddenly the room seemed hot and all of my clothes were way too tight. Taking the letter away he said, “You know that you can do a better job than that; you have always, in the past. Those mistakes should never have happened and, they should never have gone out in the final letter.” I agreed and promised to do better in the future, much better.He talked as he.