After all, we didn’t have much in common, other than the BDSM. I had no one to discuss Sophocles, Shakespeare, Melville, Sartre, Tolstoy, Kafka, Yea...s, and Dostoyevsky?politics, art, classical music?it wasn’t happening with Teale?and I needed something more!And I did meet Kenyon once, when she and Farley came to the city?Farley had a business appointment, and Kenyon and I went to art museums. She was a fan of the Impressionists—Seurat, Monet, Matisse, Cezanne, Renoir?we had a fascinating time. Isn't that wonderful, Mike?" she asked."Yes," I replied."From this day forward, there will never be a need for either one of you to have secrets ever again, Mike. Isn't that wonderful?" she inquired, sweetly upbeat."Yes," I responded, feeling blissfully happy."The truth is that you want to be dominated by a woman, Mike. Completely dominated. You truly believe that women are the superior sex. But even in spite of your desires and beliefs, for years you have put up a macho facade by fighting. ”She said, “Well, you know there is a bra anyway. You’re making assumptions about facts not in evidence yet. That can get you into trouble, you know.”I laughed and said, “I’ll go one better and wager that not only are you wearing panties but that they match the bra. That was an awful fancy article of clothing I was admiring earlier, and I bet it had a matching piece to go with it.”She said, “You sir, are far too clever for your own good. You might have just ruined your chances of finding out.”I. Kim was still watching the room, Sonia and Yvonne had gone and the room had automatically dimmed on a pre-set timer, Marco was in the shower, he came out and a figure came to the patio window, the person opened the patio door, stepped inside and approached Marco she was wearing a loose fitting dress that buttoned up the front, she approached him and took his hand then lead him to the bed “who is it, I can’t see” said Kim as we all watched, Maria put her hand in mine and squeezed, her hand was.