Conveniently located for tonight’s enjoyment was a hook from an old tenets kitchen lamp. This is where I had tied the third and final seatbelt mecha...ism. The belt itself, with great effort, I had tied into a slipknot. In the slipknot was regular rope wrapped into a 0 shaped triple coil with the slipknot around it making it look slightly like an 8. Pulling the belt down behind my back with one hand I reach back and slipped my other hand through one side of the rope coil. Transferring the. "No, I just needed a change in scenery." She hesitated. "Was Marie too much for you? She can be a little ... direct." She smiled languorously at me. I turned even redder and looked away. "No, I just, um, had second thoughts." Actually, I had had hundreds, no, millions of thoughts. What was I thinking, having sex with a stranger? A woman? What was wrong with my husband? What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about the artist all day? Why was I thinking about the blonde currently standing. None of them had boyfriends; Sue was the first to find one at 16. They met online; he lived in Canada. He introduced her to cybersex and she would sneak down to the computer after everyone had gone to bed, sharing fantasies of bondage with him. They would role play, Sue blushing and praying no one woke up for a glass of water as she tried to write descriptions of what she would do to him with no real experience and only an anatomical understanding of sex. They came out in pidgin, a mixture of. A ravenous hunger gnawed in his body, from throat to bowels. But, for some reason -- maybe because he was embarrassed that a young man dressed so expensively would need to beg for food, or maybe because she ate like a hungry animal -- when he opened his jaw to ask, no sound came from his mouth. She sensed his discomfort. "Are you hungry?" I'll survive."They were two opposing actors in the eternal drama of hunger: One needed strength, and one needed gratification.In a flash, she made everything.