” She paused for a second, looking at the table. "I hate dropping this on you, it sounds raw like that. It doesn't have to be rough sex. Not having ...o think is what matters."She looked up, trying to read his face. "The think is love, I think you need something like the same thing. All those detective thrillers and sports that you watch, they're cheap thrills, freebie excitement. All you have to do is hit the button on the remote. You get all your sense of achievement from what you do at work. He helped her redress, perhaps symbolically the same clothes he himself had taken her out in the previous evening, knickerless though this time with the addition of a collar a simple black dog collar, complete with the engraving Rays slut, which he locked onto her lovely neck keeping the key, in exchange for her fitting him with a chastity device, the key for which she carried in her purse. The taxi fetched her at 8, and he didn't see her till 8am Sunday morning and still has no idea what. I'm writing this into one of those sticks. It's Monday after one of the weekends I've waited all my life for. That's also one of those weekends that I thought would happen to ME right after the six o'clock news reported that the main streets of Hell were plagued by rolling snowballs piling up too deep.I won't bore you with my sad story. I live with Gramma, Mom's mom. Gramma's a lot closer to 'responsible adult' than Mom ever hoped to be. Gramma's had legal custody since Mom went to jail that. I ran my fingers over the desk and flicked on the small writing lamp. The desk was perfect not a scratch or mark on it. I slowly slid open the draw to my left it was neatly arranged with writing utensils on the left and perfectly stacked writing paper on the right, I slide the draw back in and tried the one on my right it didn’t move.I leant forward and examined the draw, there was a small hole next to the handle. I remembered the small brass key and removed it from my pocket, it slid straight.