As if touching it would get you anywhere... Well, apart from in jail in all probabilities.I followed her into my freshly painted kitchen. I'd gone for...a country feel, two walls spring green, the others a darker green with a cream ceiling."Nice kitchen. Did you do it yourself?" she said, nodding her head towards the paint tins I'd carefully arranged in the corner."Sure did," I said, looking around at my handiwork for the umpteenth time that week."I'm very impressed," Lindsey added. "I like a man. "Any sooner and I would have caught you in the act. Was this a different guy, or the same one who was here Friday?"Mom is very quick on the pickup. I could tell that she was surprised and pissed. "I think that we need a little talk, young lady. I'll be down stairs in a few minutes."When seated, she said, "As you suggested, I had a long secession with Doctor Sutton. He said, Jane, you have been sexually active for eighteen years. You experienced several different men in College, and then were in. Could the straining at the handcuffs actually enhance the sensation? Perhaps it was like stretching when tired or sore; there was a kind of euphoria that came from working those muscles. Plus there was the excitement of being completely at the mercy of someone else. Maybe there was something to this whole bondage idea after all. He ought to give it a try himself some time.He felt the end approaching, so he thrust even harder and deeper, faster and faster in a violent frenzy. Then suddenly his. She looked over an noticed an extra Pineapple and a card…“Ahhh Grandpa Alfie…” Kara picked up the small ceramic pineapple and the card.When she first arrived, one of the rich old neighbors had brought her a Pineapple… That made no sense to her and wouldn’t for a while until she managed to learn English… But Alfred had explained the Pineapple as an old gift of welcome and friendship, and each year he would place a new pineapple statue on her shelf with a card reminding her that she was again.