He talked for hours, only stopping to eat. He brought me a sandwich and some juice and I didn't move. Only when he left again to visit the toilet did ... drink down the juice. I couldn't eat.What did he talk about? Everything really. At first of course he talked about how he loved me and his life began with me and all these things that I ... well I knew already and if I wasn't stone cold freaked out, I would be agreeing and saying, "right back at you Lover."Then he talked about his life, about. Meg had been worried that Jimmy wasn't the same person any more. But, after a few days out with his friends and getting back into social circulation, Meg assured me all was well with them when we talked in the ladies room. She promised details later.As we sat and waited for the waiter to bring our desserts (we had seen them on the cart and saved room for them, they looked yummy) I got a familiar feeling and excused myself. Tonight was going to happen after all. Everyone at the table thought I. Peaches left the room ten minutes later, with a trooper holding her lead. He led her, still naked and bound, to the room that had been set up as her study, and unzipped the sleeve that held her arms behind her back. Putting on what Peaches thought of affectionately as her study cuffs, manacles that went behind her back, and allowed her to make her hands meet, just, in front of herself. As a result she could reach quite far with one hand if she pulled the other one around behind her. After. From that night forward we were inseparable. We went everywhere together, we even went to church together. In our friendship I only kept two secrets from Jerry. The first secret was how I had admitted to the recruiter that I had a homosexual encounter when I was 15. The other was that I was falling in love with him. They were secrets I had planned to take to the grave. When we were talking we would touch each others arms or shoulders. But from time to time our hands would land on our.