Chapter 70

• The past weekend had been especially torturous. She was careful to maintain her toilette, shaving carefully every other morning. But without the release of the downstairs, she was quite agitated for most of Sunday. She even got a bit snappish, complaining of cramps when everyone looked at her funny.
• “Yes, sir, I remember” she answered, her eyes still on the bar, looking around and not seeing anything else ... He had not brought out what she had started to call ‘the saddle’ yet.
• Maeson turned the bar over, and around letting Kimber get a good look at it, “I liked the restraints in the movie, and I couldn’t help but think that perhaps the idea might work well here.” Which was true, but it wasn’t everything he had in mind for her today. Kimber looked nervous, or hesitant. The look she gave the restraint certainly wasn’t a willing embrace.