” His eyes rested on hers. “One guilty pleasure, Marianne. You know you want to.” “You make it sound so simple.” Marianne whispered and he ...ould see the uncertainty conflicting with excitement in her silver eyes. “Like I can just make that decision and go ahead with it.” “You don’t want to make the decision?” Ryan asked. “Fine.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pound coin. “We’ll let the coin make the decision. Heads we go, tails we don’t, okay?” Marianne nodded slowly, unsure of. " yes Master " comes the instant reply,I take the first hit of poppers that gets me in the mood in the way i want , i slowly climb the stairs , there is one step that creaks, i delibretly step on it so he knows i am close by , i've got over one of my shoulders a shortish leather cat-o nine tails it has little knots of leather on the tails, stings like crazy and leaves lovely welts,he's in the postion i want him knelt on the bed , the curtains are drawn as i like the lighting to be set very low,. I said I'd take care of it." I really don't want take-out on Valentine's Day." No take-out. Just dinner with no cooking, and I'll do the dishes again. Trust me?"She sighed. "Okay. What brought all this on?" Just want us to have a perfect day. Really two now." I still think you're up to something, but I may as well enjoy it in the process."He laughed and turned his attention back to her feet. The hard part was over. She would never guess in a million years what he was up to, and when she found. He had chosen to sleep in the spare room after the court case that had led to a blazing row, later that night.I had decided as I lay in the darkness of the bedroom I would take my time and pack everything I wanted and just leave before he returned home in the evening.I would drive South and cross into Germany, where I had worked as an au-pair during my gap year, I would be a stranger, get a menial job, and start over.At 32 I felt cheated and as I said angry, but more with myself for doing it,.