But she had decided to come to this exchange program, during her junior year in college, to live for a semester abroad in the UK, and she wasn’t goi...g to give up, at least not yet. “Just enjoy yourself, honey.” Her father’s deep voice came across the line, soothing her. “Don’t forget, this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” Someone knocked on her door, causing Ella to jump. “Ella?” It was Jacques. “Okay, Daddy, I will! I gotta go. Love you!” “I love you too, honey. Bye.” Jacques knocked. "Hear! Hear!" Erik quietly intoned before he added. "I do believe that the expression is 'being too deep in one's cups, ' but the gist of both statements boils down to the same sentiment."Christine could not suppress a giggle and Helen shot her an indignant glance before extending her hand to Erik."Come now, boy! Pass the bottle! I earned a drink or two after that walk."The young man lifted the bottle from the basket, uncorked it and handed it to Helen. The old woman promptly tipped the bottle. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” I answered softly, heart thundering.What had fallen out of his wallet was a membership card to an exclusive fetish club called Sulfur’s. And I knew this easily.Because I had one too. It was the same place Morgan and Trish had introduced me to.————I hadn’t gone to Sulfur’s very often actually. When I had started going, it was with Morgan and Trish when I confessed that dating wasn’t my thing, but I wished I had a kinky place to go to for release, or something along. She draws the maroon colored curtains and darkens the room. She turns on the a/c. There’s a couch on one end of the room, a desk, a dark cherry-wood, and chair just across from it. Where the bed sits, there’s a huge mirror on the wall directly across. She smiles, then blushes, at the thought of them watching themselves. She has candles lit in strategic places, to give warm light, not bright. The candles are scented, some vanilla, some lavender. It’s a nice, light scent filling the room, and the.