’ ‘I don’t know, Greg… I thought you wanted to.’ ‘Yes, it will be fun. Different.’ ‘We’ve talked about this, several times before,...but I’m still not sure.’

’What’s your worry?’ ‘I don’t know, exactly…’ And yet she did, although she couldn’t bring herself to voice it. She wanted to show him how important he was to her, that only he mattered, that she could be adventurous and stretch her comfort zone to please him. They’d been having a difficult time lately. He had accused her of cheating. She uncuffed his ankles first and tied them back to the bed. She uncuffed his hands and tied them close to the side of the bed, rather than the end, with enough slack to put his palms on the mattress. Once he was tied up, Mary looked at him and said, "You are all ready. I'll go clean up so we can do this properly."Mary went into the bathroom and John could hear the shower running. While she was in the shower, John thought he heard Mary screaming, as if she had an orgasm in the shower. "This. I told Mr. Jameson my plan.The next day, I followed Mr. Jameson to a secluded grove of trees west of town where he left the ransom (gold coins) in a leather bag. I looked around for any one else there, and, not seeing anybody, I climbed a tree close enough that I could keep an eye on the bag. I was careful to brush out my tracks so they wouldn't give me away. I waited for about three hours without any action, when a man finally showed up. He looked around, but not up, and picked up the bag. But gone or not, Aunt Jean would have given her that look. That eyebrow thing. That look that said Blue was being difficult. Or rude. Rude, which she knew she was being right now. Mr. Keeper… John… was only trying to be nice. A good neighbor. ‘That John is the best neighbor to have, let me tell you!’, Aunt Jean had more than once gushed to her, the first time not long after John had moved into the house he’d built down the road. Aunt Jean wasn’t normally the gushy type, but with John? Well,.