Came into abrupt contact with the sharp, hard edge of the table. "OW!"The exclamation drew observers into the room. I was sitting in the chair, rubbin... my knees, with both hands. I heard the Government agents enter. The looks they gave me were inquisitive."I got stung ... or bit ... or something ... and tried to stand up. I forgot about shoving the chair back. Whacked my knees something awful."The FBI, already convinced that they were the most intelligent group of men on the planet, looked at. They found increasingly incriminating texts on my phone that made it look like she was a beating victim and I was a monster. Her work confirmed that had taken some emergency leave because of personal issues. My work was furious that I was ‘no call, no show’ and made it clear my job was on thin ice. Our bank account was significantly drained and most of our savings and investments were transferred. A call to my folks was nearly the final nail- they wanted nothing more to do with me after what I. There was the typical discussion of reducing rates, offering a free night's stay, special packages and the usual marketing strategies. One night, during a particular steamy sex session, a thought came up. Steve and Isabel continued the discussion over the next few weeks. What if they turned the inn into a sort of fetish inn, making it a place for people to come and live out fantasies or participate in their particular kink, or experience something for the first time? Steve and Isabel discussed. Patriciatook my hand as we walked along and slipped her arm around my waist whenwe stopped to admire the flowers. It made me feel loved. When weapproached some guys Patricia left my hand and as we passed them I smiledat them. They returned my smile.Mom and Beverly talked of their lives and relationships, Beverly haddivorced her husband and her son was away in New York at university.Beverly had dated on and off in the last few years at this stage herbusiness was all-important to her.Mom worked.