“Hey, guess what I brought home from work,” he said brightly.“Wait, we need to talk about David,” Aron stopped him.Ah, damn, it wasn’t going...to be simple.“The guy says you’re just friends,” he spoke.“And do you believe him?” Aron asked, his voice a tad strained.“Yeah. He seems like a cool dude.”Aron was blinking and looking at him like he could not believe he was hearing that.“Why didn’t you just ask me about him?” Aron questioned. “Or it is just me you don’t believe?”Fuck, fuck, the situation. He was a dominant character. In our communications, he liked to instruct, and I was happy to play to his tune. On the day, he rang me and told me specifically what to wear. His voice was soft, but ever so firm and precise. He wanted me in a black dress, plain underwear, white cotton, no lace or anything. No slip. No stockings or tights. Bearing in mind, it was November, so quite cold. But, he was insistent and, being drawn to his precise manner, I went along with his request.I arrived on time.. ’ Their coffee was well cooled by the time Laura extracted her body from inside Greg’s bathrobe to drink her first cup of the day. ‘How much time?’ ‘I sleep here tonight, I will have a late brunch with Dan and Artsy tomorrow. I think I like having two husbands?’ ‘This husband is going to warm up our coffee.’ ‘Am I enough for you to eat for breakfast?’ They moved to the den holding hands. Greg’s fingers first realized Laura wasn’t wearing her wedding rings, they stroked and massaged lightly. Once she had her drink, I could give her instructions. They didn'thave to make sense or be told in any particular order."Stephanie," I started, "your work clothes are only for work and you mustnot wear them while doing anything else, like cleaning up or doingerrands. So get dressed in the morning, but change into your workclothes only when you are ready to leave for work. You must also changeyour lingerie too. Leave the clothes you were wearing nicely folded ontop of the hamper before you.