"Give me your hands." I do."Do you trust me, pet?" Yes, I do sir." You cuff me and ask me to keep my hands above my head. Hold on to the bedpost and n...ver to bring it down. I say I understand. You don't answer me back, instead put a blindfold on me. It's your tie, a dark blue one. It feels soft on me, and smells like you. You are going to keep me from watching you the first time you take me. I almost want to ask you not to, but this is my punishment and so I keep quiet.And then you kiss me.. You are working to take my shirt off as we keep kissing. I kiss down your neck and slide your lacy bra up over your nipples and take one in my mouth. I lick and suck it as I rub the other between my thumb and finger. I undo your bra and now alternate sucking your nipples. As I do my hands are undoing your slacks. I shove your pants down and you step out of them. I run my hands across your matching thong and can feel how wet you are. I slide my hand inside and rub your wet pussy. I push your. I went to get another look at Emily Floyd’s installation. Really to walk around in it. The pieces are quite large.”“Is that what troubled you?”“No. It was the whole thing. Remember last week we were talking about cultural appropriation?”“Of course.”“Well, I no longer know what it is. I mean, I know that a wooden boomerang that’s been painted but made in Japan is an imitation of an Aboriginal implement. Are Williams’ later paintings appropriation? Or are they artistic uses? Like Lichtenstein’s. He wanted to show her the graves before Sandy or any of her friends let it get back to Maureen that Sandy had already seen it. No way was Sandy going to ‘one up’ Maureen on anything, no sir no ‘show ups’ for Sandy. Maureen sat in the rear of the boat with Cal while he steered it down the channel. She let her left hand rest idly on his thigh. She was enjoying the late afternoon August sun, the crisp spray as it splashed up on her face and arms. She took delight in the warmth and comfort that.