It was ‘FIFTY SHADES DARKER’. Damn! The censor board of India. They didn’t fucking released it in India. But thanks to the internet. I downloade... it.Rupesh lit the fire. We started the show. It was a dark day with the chill at its peak. The fire had hardly maintained the room temperature and with every flicker of flames, it got cold. And when it got cold, the warmth of Rupesh’s touch around my waist underneath the blankets ran shivers in my neck.And at times when he gently placed some kisses on. Then you grab two more candles to extend the line to my belly button. The next set of candles wrap around the base of my breast, a large circle. You grip my nipple between two knuckles, and pull my globe around as to make sure the wax goes where you want it to. “oh fuck” I grunt. You drop my breast, and another new candle is posed over my now taught titty. You pour the wax and watch it cover my nipple and areola. It splashes just a bit, but for the most part my breast meat is uncovered, just. " So when do we make our move, kemosabe?" Ned asked."We're going to need Heather. Is she still at the door greeting people?" Until the top of the hour, so she told me," said Cassie. "I saw Gina arrive with Brad. But even if I hadn't seen her, I can sense her." Would you know if she left here with Victor?" Yes, I think so." We gotta nail 'im here!" Ned said."No, we are not 'nailing' anybody," Jason said in irritation. "We're freeing Gina and keeping the Book from Victor. Cassie, do you think. I know you're a decorator -- It's like your telling a client to do this and such and them not understanding, but showing them makes sense right away."What I suggest is you, David, Don and I get together some quiet evening. We'll show you and teach you; you practice then it's all over but the shouting."Made sense to me. Sounded like magic, but they'd demonstrated it worked. Besides, Dave and Bob could always tell what mood I'm in and sometimes even my thoughts -- Bob had told me he was working.