Is it really because of what Binta and me have done that you... ?" Yes!" said Ana, not wholly truthfully, but in the malicious hope of branding Ferhan... with the shame of her actions."But that is not right! Please, we must talk. Somewhere. Anywhere."They were passing by the viewing gallery of the gymnasium, so Ana with unpremeditated cooperation pushed open its door. Inside there was the steady rhythm of a squash ball ricocheting against a wall."We'll talk here, shall we?"Ferhana nodded as they. Inhaling deeply, I locked the car and entered the house.In the living room, the CD player was playing Belafonte. Not my favorite artist, but he was excellent for setting a mood. I turned out the lamp and took my package down the hallway to our bedroom. Half a dozen votive candles (vanilla scented) revealed that Jeanine had gotten a head start. I grinned at the sight.Each ankle was wrapped in a Velcro cuff. A bungee cord connected a D-ring on each cuff to the brass posts on either side of the. She knew that never again could she curl up in his lap and playfully nip at his ear with girlish innocence without thoughts of the horrible previous night. This would be her penance alone to bear and the scar would last as long as she lived. Time might dim the memory but could never erase it.That much was settled. Howard, her unsuspecting, trusting husband would never know her secret. But she was still faced with the torturous problem of what to do about her predicament. Who could she turn to?. Come on, you have to tell me now!" I... I was just going to ask you if you want to see my tits?" She smiled cutely. "I mean I know you do. I just though it would drive Stephen wild if I told him I showed you." She got her bitch-face again. "You want to see'em?" She started to reach down to lift up her shirt."Well..." I couldn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to, but it didn't seem like the right answer to say out loud."Take a good look." She had removed her shirt and was now unfastening.