" She said, and thought a little farther back. It was something that she did all the time, but never noticed. Jamie felt a bit embarrassed because of ...t."Lay down." Tia said, and Jamie looked at her. "Why?" She asked, but Tia just patted one of the lounge chairs. "Part of your therapy." She said. Jamie was confused, but did so anyway. "Close your eyes. And you are not to move, or say a word, no matter what happens." Tia told her, and Jamie looked at her. Tia just pointed back at her. "Do it.". She refastened several buttons on her top, excused herself, and went to the washroom.While Brad waited for her return, he contemplated texting Abby as to what he and Sandra had done. Then told her about the fun they were having and she’d be a good addition to his dad’s stable of women. He laughed when she replied, ‘To quit horsing’ around.Sandra returned with a fresh hot coffee and chocolate for Brad. He cupped his hands around the warm cup, taking several sips.“You can always warm up your hand. Now, I despise her kind. It's not because she's Black. I'm a Black man myself and I've known many Black people who are very intelligent and Classy individuals. It's not because she's a woman. I know several highly intelligent, Classy and dignified women. Class has nothing to do with race, gender, sexual orientation or social status. You could be a millionaire and still be trashy. You could also be Harvard-educated and remain a piece of trash. Likewise, a poor farmer could be a Classier man than. We all rested, matron bare breasted still secure in her seat, Ada still cuffed but sitting now on the sofa between Ted and I, Her breast slowly returning to the more correct colour. She held out her wrists and we removed the two soft leather straps. She knelt before her friend, my wife of many years and slowly fitted the cuffs to her wrists, quietly talking to the now silent woman, saying did she understand a little more now and that it was her turn if she was still ready. The throat rope.