This is not an easy thing to arrange in a small town. Even though there was little chance of Brady stepping up to the plate, we agreed that an encount...r could be fun.That night, I had an idea. My wife likes to be dominated. She likes me to tie her up, blindfolded and gagged. Then I do whatever I’m in the mood for. It had been a few weeks since I last took total control, so I told her to keep her calendar clear the following night.During the day, I sent my wife a message telling her to be in our. Youth and age; beauty and ugliness; indomitable spirit versus unimaginable burden; and movement in a still image.”“Wow. I’m glad she liked it.”“She said that it was the photograph of a lifetime.”“I thought it was pretty good,” Danny said smiling.“And that’s when, in telling me the story, she started crying.”“You just lost me.”“If an experienced photographer with a professional quality camera had taken that picture, it would win awards.”“Really? I could win an award?”“Danny ... How do I say this. “Come with me.” I nodded and followed him. He led the way towards a patch of trees on the other side of the meadow. His pace was fast and I had a little trouble keeping up. At the first line of trees he stopped and waited for me. As soon as I had caught up he walked on.Under the trees I felt the cold. Shivering I followed him, felt my body react to the drop of temperature. Only a few steps into the small wood I felt I had to pee.“Just a second,” I called out and stepped behind a bush. After. It was Christmas of 2019, we had a small get-together as we did every year. As always, my dad was not there as he had some really important “meeting” that night. Mom had to manage the entire party alone and naturally, she did so even with all that pain.No one, not even me knew then, what was going on inside her. She put on a mask of smile and managed everything like nothing ever went wrong. When everyone left, it was around 11:40 pm. Mom crashed into the couch and stared at the sky through the.