“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed. “My kid sister, being into BDSM; I never would have believed it. But, she’s always had a bit of a wild side. The h...ndcuffs, and all that, where did you get those?”“There’s a shop just up on King Street, Mistress Samantha’s Dungeon. You should go up there one day and see what they sell.”“And Lori enjoyed being tied up, and play-raped? Silly question, if she didn’t enjoy it, then I’m sure she would not have wanted to write about it. Did it happen much like in the part. Closing the gate behind us, we continued to the barn.Margarite, Guunar, and Jughead were impatiently waiting at the door. I pulled it open, and like the good little children that they were, they filed into the barn and their stalls.As I was stripping off my coat, I looked around to see what needed to be done. I wasn’t really surprised, but it did give me a good feeling. Suzy had been at work out here. The stalls had been mucked out, and fresh straw laid out. Hay had been pitched down to the. Her father asked my dad if I wore shoes that made that kind of a print." What did your dad say?" He said that you were the only boy he knew who wore Van's, and had such big clodhopper's for feet." You're just bullshitting me, right?" Yeah, about what my father said, but Mr. Taylor really did ask if I wore shoes that made that kind of imprint. I don't think either one knew they were from Van's though." So does Jennie ask you questions about me? I see her looking at me when we're both in the. ”“Milk, sugar?”“Plain black and don’t call me Sugar.”“Oops, sorry,” I replied jokingly.I went into my kitchen from where I had a partial view of the studio. As I waited for the coffee to boil I could see her looking at the many drawings, sketches and paintings in various stages of completion that decorated the walls. I’ve always been a collector and the studio was filled with curious objects that I had picked up. She seemed to find these fascinating and as I carried the coffee tray into the.