Are you good with that?”She laughed and said, “So what are you going to do, tie me up and just let me lie there? I mean, you have just told me yo... are not going to basically do anything to me!”I smiled and said quietly, “I am not going to do anything to you that you have ever experienced before. Which reminds me. If at any time it becomes too intense for you to handle, the word “Uncle” and everything will stop immediately.” My half-smile did not change and Nikki’s nervous laughter died. He would have liked to see the looks on your faces."Donnar was staring after his young ward with a mixture of pride and concern before turning back to the stunned elders who had exiled the boy. His gray face turned stony, eyes narrowed with something that was close to, but not quite, hatred. The Gnome looked up at the elders of Telanaria with a hidden smirk and cleared his throat."If you would deign to descend from your lofty perches, we could go into my tent and discuss this matter away from. Hope you like this short story. ***** Friday nights were basically the same for Sam and his best friend Jason. Their over- 30 men’s softball game started around 6PM and ended around 9PM. After a few hours drinking beer Sam normally drove his buddy home. Since Sam was now divorced he didn’t have to worry about leaving the little wife home on Friday nights. For Jason however his live-in girlfriend of five years was lonely and bored. ‘So how does Janie feel about these late Friday nights?’ Sam. That done, we headed out. Fortunately for my overloaded sensibilities, Sheila had a verbiage problem concerning the wedding invitation. Proper communication forms were my bread and butter. While we drove to their printer, I wrote out suitable invitation prose.In yet another shock, Sheila asked me to cover her bondage clients during the honeymoon. The first client I would meet is the printer we were about to see. As I said, burned out surprise circuit. As we talked to the printer/client, Sheila.