That was at five o’clock in the afternoon and it was now eleven o’clock at night.I walked up the stairs. I was a little tired but I knew that Mom ...eeded me so I made my way down to the end of the hall and opened her bedroom door.She was naked and twisted into a pretzel, lying on her bed. She was a sight to see. Her breasts had been bound in coils of rope, her arms were bound in front with nylon straps and a piece of plastic pipe was forced threw her elbows and across her back forcing her chest. I want you tonight, Fred." She leveled her large, hungry stare at him."This is Tuesday night! I just don't understand you, Marily. I broke up the entire schedule for the day and now you want to take it into the night, ruining our whole weeks' plans. I just don't understand." He was perplexed beyond doubt. "Don't try to understand. Let's just make love, Fred." She moved to him, put a hand behind his back. Fred sighed, turned out the light, then crawled on top of her. He lifted her negligee, took. .. just a middle aged, small town blonde... but at least it got her attention. She turned around quickly, afraid to look me in the eye. I just laughed and told her I wanted my check now. She didn't waste any time in getting it. For a minute, I thought about messing with her more, but decided that it wasn't worth the trouble.So I was about to walk out when she came in. A single woman, in her early twenties, with the sexiest shoulder length red hair you've ever seen. Fuck, she even had fair skin. I knew it before. Remember, I was OK with you and Joyce. She’s not possessive and neither am I. Did you make the same deal with her?”“Damn, Jen, you know me too well.”“Did she have any limits?”“Effectively same as you — I can’t be with anyone that I would make love with except you.”“I guess that does boil down what I said in a simple sentence.”“She told me that she had sex with another guy, twice.”“And how did you respond?”“Not like I did with you. It just felt different. She did say she wasn’t.