Our date had been scheduled for the previous night, but my husband told me he needed me to go to a dinner with him. Damm, he sure good at spoiling my ...ood always.But as usual too, I'll choose a date over dinner. Noty me ya.We were suppose to meet at the hotel lobby in town. When I reached, I saw him talking to some guys, Well I assume that was his colleagueJust the sight of him is what I needed to relieve the antsy little kitten that had been making my panties wet all day. He was standing. He opened a drawer and took something out. Rope. He didn't waste any time, tying the rope to her hands and then to the head board. It was snug enough that she couldn't escape but loose enough to be comfortable. It seemed like he knew what he was doing. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, it made her blush. He stood at the bottom of the bed, staring at her, taking in the sight of her laying completely naked at his mercy. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, releasing his hard. . I guess you’d call it a dialect of kern. I’m not very fluent in it, but I think I can make her understand me.”“Good,” Gillen said with a nod. “We’ll need to question her tomorrow. We need to know how the dragons are organized, how many there are and what their plans are.”“She tried to help us,” Yren started in protest.“AND,” Gillen talked over him. “She’ll help us more tomorrow.”---- ∞ ----Yren stood, watching the rising sun with bleary eyes. The vibrant yellows, reds and oranges were lost on. “Thanks, Pat, although she’s the cute one of the two of us. But, yes, we’re madly in love as if we were still teenagers or newlyweds.”Ken’s wife, Joanne, took an interest in Pat’s comment. “Greg, is your wife joining us?”“Not this time. She’s at my daughters taking care of the grandkids.”Joanne continued, “That has to be a real joy for her. Grandchildren are such fun. I have to say, though, that I love how you describe your relationship as being like newlyweds. At our age, I don’t hear that.