She was in her bed in her studio apartment with no idea how she got there. Her arms were pinned in back of her with white nylon rope and each of her a...kles were tied to her thighs. Celia saw that she was wearing her wedding-white garter belt and stockings. Her filmy-lace thong barely covered her soft nest. Her jaws ached slightly from a ball strapped inside her mouth.Beside her bed was an unopened bottle of champagne nestled in a clear bucket of ice. She threw herself at her bindings; bucking. My fourteen year second marriage is okay but I learned from my first attempt that ‘spectacular’ is only an illusion that lasts for a short time. We’re happy, but ‘steady’ is probably a better description. The last of the three kids from my first marriage is off to college and I was hoping the ‘empty nest’ syndrome might rekindle some of the spark of our once white-hot relationship but, sadly, he’s bogged down in a job that is very pressure-packed and the only thing keeping him going is the good. “Stay here for a little bit. I have a surprise for you!”I watched her dart out of the bedroom with a giggle. The last time Aunt Beatrice had promised me a surprise she…No. It wasn’t possible. Did she…?The door swung open and my suspicions were confirmed. Into the room entered two giggling, scantily-clad women. My Aunt Beatrice had invited her friend Rhonda over again. A few days ago, Aunt Beatrice had brought her over so that she could have some fun with me. Rhonda. Since neither of us have a mother, or any siblings, I thought I’d adopt you as my sister. What do you think?”“Brenda, I’ve never had a sister before. I think it might be wonderful. There are so many times I’ve needed to talk girl-to-girl with someone. Don’t get me wrong, I love my grandfather, and he’s always tried to be there for me. But jeeez, you can’t talk to your grandfather about cramps, or a first kiss, or especially about feeling the need for sexual fulfillment.”“Then, you like the.