Honestly I want to just slip into a deep sleep and forget my work but the upcoming weekend with my angel will make up for long shifts and less sleep i...think as i raise my dark coffee to my lips and once again focus on the computer.I wake up the following day. Finnally it is friday i think to myself as i get into my car and start driving in to work. However it is not going to be a bad day, I get fridays off early. Which works well cause when i get home this afternoon you will already be in my. “Nope, no you don’t. Don’t even say it,” he said with surprising forcefulness. “You have NOTHING to feel sorry for. NOTHING.” He took Emma’s hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis. Emma smiled at him weakly.Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.“Ok,” he said afterward, “Let’s do this.” He gestured towards the nightstand with a nod at ‘this’.Emma nodded and chuckled. “Ok. Let’s.”Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head. He wasn’t exactly sure how this worked; Andrea and he had. Barry opened the bag which he'd brought with him. He took out a short handled leather lash which had twelve thin leather strips of about 18" length. I noticed a glint of shiny metal at the ends of the leather strips, and taking a closer look I noticed that a couple of small, barbed, fish hooks had been pushed through the ends of each of the lash ends."Wow! That's a vicious looking thing," I exclaimed."I hope so," Barry laughed. "I made it myself by slicing up a number of belts, and the hooks. “Do I really have to wait for an answer Steve?” ********* It was now almost 3.30 in the morning and Alison still had not returned home. She had left at 7.30 the previous evening and had promised to call me at some point and let me know how things were going. I was going off my head now with a mixture of concerns for her welfare, annoyance and utter lust. Why had she not called; what was she up to right now; was she safe; was she at that moment lying in her new boyfriend’s arms; had she gone.