The weird thing was ... I liked that. Now I wasn’t relaxing. I wasn’t ‘taking a load off’. I wasn’t really resting. I was just goddamned bor...d. And lonely.My nap passed the time well, though. I didn’t really dream or think of much while I was napping, I just woke up a while later and saw the familiar trackage running past Edgebrook- meaning we were just a few miles from Chicago Union Station. I looked at my watch; it was 7:37. Making my connection was not a sure thing, although it was still. She was simply bound this time, nothing elaborate, His control would come from her willingness to please, not from any ropes or chains that held her. Hands cuffed above her head, legs spread wide ankles shackled to the floor. Stretched taut she presented to Him a perfect backdrop for His sadistic ways.He loved to test her this way, often wondering where her desires to please Him ended and her masochistic nature began, she swung so easily between the two that at times her intensity was an. But what happens then? What if it doesn’t work out the way we imagine it will every night? Who knows why, but I think it’s a valid fear. And if we leave it unsaid, we will continue to have our hearts scream at us. One word. Put into a sentence, three words total. I feel it, I know I do. I’m just so freakin’ afraid to say it. It’s almost as though as soon as it is said, the floodgates will open, and god only knows what will happen afterwards. And what if we meet other people in our regular, day. I knew Joyce had used his expertise to set up her own modem thing on her computer.Aaron sat down at Joyce's desk and started typing things into Joyce's computer. It took him about a minute, but then he had something up on the screen that I'd never seen before. He started asking Joyce questions about what she needed to make decisions about. When she said shipping, he hit some keystrokes and a bunch of lines came up with numbers and letters on them. I went over to get Ellen from her office so she.