The target was a metal plate 6 inches in diameter. That was far enough away that you could hear the bullet hit the target, so there was no question ab...ut it. We had several people in the audience step off the distance, so everybody could see that there was no cheating on the distance. Every person there knew enough about guns to know that this was not an easy shot; most of the people in the audience would have a hard time hitting the target once with five shots, taking all the time they needed. His ball lazily arched towards the green before touching down and rolling off a few feet into the fringe past the hole. ‘Dammit. What am I doing wrong this time?’ ‘Swung too hard. Plus, you’re not thinking about your swing.’ ‘You don’t play golf to think about golf. You think about golf when you wish you were on the course, then you get there and realize that your wishes were horrendously ill-conceived.’ ‘Well, there’s something.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘I can at least write about your extensive. "Get up, slave!" She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand and said, "Don't make a sound until I return. Do you. So, I was visiting Richard one, two, even three evenings a week sometimes, in company with the beautiful Frieda, and several times over those eight weeks or so, he’d had a phone call emergency and left Frieda and me alone to eat the meal. I couldn’t just leave, as he tended to discuss business after the meal, with strong coffee and brandy. Each time he left he promised he would be back in an hour or two. As I was clearly attracted to Frieda, any red bloodied man would be, and she was nervous.