Heather then moves over and grabs the chains laying nearby. "You've been a bad boy today, Bill, and you will have to be restrained." "No, don't!" I pr...test. "I'll do whatever you ask!" "It's too late," she retorts, "and since you have protested, I will make it last longer!!" She grabs the chains and begins by latching the end to my collar. Then, pulling my hands behind my back, she wraps the chains down my arms. It begins to hurt, but I am in total submission now, and she is having her way with. .." You told him the Elephant thing, didn't you?" Yeah," she was looking back at him, smiling.I haven't seen a lot of smiles from Kelly, lately. Not since Daniel went and got himself killed in a training accident at Ft. Bragg 2 years ago. Those chutes are supposed to open as you exit the plane. Static line, they call it.I looked at him too, idly wondering if he was drunk, or what. It's just me. I don't like drunks.I asked Kelly if he seemed sober, and she said yes, he just seemed to be thinking. Fine, he thought. Good riddance, she can screw around now as much as she likes.Of course he was fooling himself. He was deeply hurt and felt bereft. He missed her very badly. It wasn’t even the sex, more the way they had got on together, the affection and warmth, the same sense of humour, the same facility with argument and language, the same fascination with crosswords.They had had a whale of a time. He thought the separation was unavoidable and a shame, but her cutting him off fired his. He had done some private tutoring to supplement his stipend at the University but had run into some difficulties with a pair of hot-blooded French female students who assumed his employment to expand their minds included taking care of their physical needs as well. He was caught red-handed between them in their dorm bed attempting to satisfy both at the same time. Their sanctimonious mother was not in the least bit amused and tried her best to have him sent down with his certificate. He figured.