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November 27, 2012 Writing
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“I’m afraid,” he said, closing them anyway.
“Good,” she said, and he felt her breath tickle his ear.
“Don’t move,” she said.
“I won’t,” he said.
“Even when I do this?” she asked, and he felt the cold edge of a steel blade lightly touching his skin, raising goose bumps.
“No,” he said.
“Good boy,” she said.
“Wear my collar?” Her breath in his ear was punctuated with a nip.
“Yes. Please.” He felt it circle his neck, heard the jangle of the steel rings.
“Give me your wrists,” she said.
Wordlessly he held his hands out in front of him, and stood still, eyes closed, as he felt the heavy leather being clasped around them.
He felt her pull his wrists together and heard the snick of the clip joining them...Read More
I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew t...Read More