No reply. More sounds of things being moved around, a drawer opening. My life was quickly being revealed to this boy-master whose name i didn’t even...know.“Put these on slave!”He had thrown a few items from the drawer at my feet, and i started picking them up. My plain brown worn dog collar, leather restraints for my arms and legs, and a leather hood with a mouth and eye openings. i had purchased all of online at Master’s command, but had not been told to use it yet, other than the collar. When. “He must have come home and found them [having sex], and gone out of his mind. That [woman] probably made fun of him or some such- she was that kind of [woman], and he went nuts,” the neighbor said, “I heard him peel out down the street about the right time, he must not have been paying attention.”“Those trains always come barreling through here, they don’t slow down or anything,” another local resident said. “I kept telling people, ‘one day we are going to have a wreck,’ but nobody listened to. ”When Jim Frenkz’ boss, Mr. Cox, flies in from corporate, always unannounced, Jim and his wife Sue always picks him up from the airport and drive him to the hotel.After a drink in the hotel bar, they head up to Mr. Cox’s hotel room, where Jim sits in a chair as his boss fucks Jim’s wife.This might seem strange. After all, Sue is Jim’s wife, the mother of his kids, the woman who teaches High School English. The woman who teaches Sunday School. But that was the agreement both Jim and his wife. S. I’d get a call—yes, she called me from across the hall—and Rose would tell me she had to catch a plane for Richmond or Miami or Detroit in the morning and was stressing out while she was packing. I’d go to her apartment—only twenty feet away—and dutifully spend ten minutes approving each item she put in her suitcase. We’d zip it up and put it by the door and then rush to bed. It was predictable. We’d hit the sheets about one in the morning and try to satisfy each other’s cravings in every.