The bed lookedparticularly inviting and had a post at each corner - although no canopyover it - where a person's hands and feet could be tied.Teresa s...owed me her private stash of bondage equipment. It wasn't veryextensive or sophisticated - just tape, rope, cable-ties, cuffs, a fewclamps, dildos and ball-gags - but it was sufficient for our needs."Sorry, it isn't very extreme bondage stuff. Maybe you'd like somethingmore extreme?" No, this is more than adequate for your needs." How would you. The first call she made was to her bouncer friend and he gave Mark up within the first thirty seconds. Nowhere near as dramatic as television shows played it out.At the end of the second-floor hallway, his apartment door – missing splotches of paint like the rest of that building – gave them the meekest of glances. Frankie knocked and a frowning Bill moved out of sight just before Mark opened up.“Heeey,” said Frankie.“Hey, yourself,” said Mark. “Come over for another round?” His face drained in. ” “But what I did was really bad,” I hung my head as the words left my mouth. “I mean really bad mom.” “Well then I guess you really need to tell me,” she said with a small laugh. “I can’t fix it or make it go away unless you tell me whats going on.” I looked up from the ground and locked eyes with my mother. She looked calm and ready for whatever I was going to tell her. For a moment it felt as if a stranger was sitting in front of me, but I knew for sure it was my mother. “I slept with. 00 o‘clock? I have an old friend from uni, he might be able to help.” Dropping her bag on the floor, Lucy walked into his arms, reached up on her tip toes and gave him the kind of kiss that can melt stone. “Oh really, I knew there was a reason why I loved you!” She whispered as she planted a kiss on his nose, and turned, picked up her bag and ran before to many questions could be asked about the “L” word. Her morning was taken up with the whirl of trying to get the project of the Victorian.