I did a lot of thinking, instead. It was more like 'stewing' than sober thought.Guess what I was thinking about?I kept re-running my best recollection...of Tess' initial overtures: The conditions she had set out when we had first gotten together as lovers. What, exactly, was supposed to be our 'understanding?' It was easy enough to remember her "no commitments' spiel.I knew I could never really fault her for misleading me about The Big Picture. It was the nuances, though, where The Deal, for me. The last year had turned into a ride through her sexual (some would say perverted) fantasies.In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines, which start wrapped around the second and fourth toes of her right foot and go around her whole. Or..." Or?" Timothy said."Then my associate will detonate the bomb in your vehicle. The explosive is a directional blast, and would be directed up through their seat. Your kids will be killed and then I will put a bullet through your head as well." What is this about?" Timothy asked."We have a little mission for your wife, now no more questions. Hand the keys to Mister Green, and we shall take a little drive." My wife? What about her?" Like I said, my boss will explain it Deputy Lawson. Now. I know we are a bit much at times. But if you're OK with us, you are more than welcome to continue the conversation at our complex." Thanks," Meredith said. Trinity had filled her in more thoroughly on the roles everyone played in the group dynamic. She had enjoyed meeting all the women in the group. She had spoken only a few times to Adam, Walt or Sean but they seemed nice enough. "I'll tag along. I might stop to get a hotel room on the way. Rebecca, will you ride with me again to show me the.