Now that I was back in my familiar world, I knew that I had to share openly with Neil everything that had happened and everything that I was feeling. ...ost of all, I knew that I needed to share with Neil two things. Things that he needed to know and that we really needed to talk about. However hard it might be for me to tell him, and for Neil to hear.Firstly, I needed to be honest with my loving husband about how amazing the love-making had been with Jason. When we’d role-played about me being. An obviously posed shot.Trevor gave her a quizzical look, she nodded at the album, he turned the page. It and the next three pages taken from the rear, showed progressively the woman, his delightful mother, being beaten with that whip, hard.Uncle Oliver laying it on with gusto, red welts across back, and buttocks, legs and shoulders alike, blood running in the last of the three, till her comatose body was limp in its bonds. He looked deep into her face, a slight smile on her lips, as she turned. So here she was again on a Saturday night, alone with the television (and, as Bruce Springsteen had so rightly sung, “fifty-two channels with nothing on”). The most pleasure that she could look forward to on this miserable evening, when she finally went to bed, would be a furtive fingering of her own clit – more anti-climax than climax.Veronica felt forlorn in the empty flat, the buzz of noise from the street below reminding her that most people were out and about on this Saturday evening,. "Probably an hour" my wife said. With that I turned and decided to check the view from the space across from us. As I walked to the small vacant space next to the 'readers' they looked up again and said hello. I returned the "hello" and raised it "a nice view from here". With that a little idle fellow traveler conversation began. When they asked me to join them, I picked the only seating available, the picnic table that stood in front of them. Rather than sit on the bench, I sat on the table.