“Don’t worry baby.” They had made their way to the garage by a circuitous route that had kept Ed hidden from the domestic help. He and Julie had lurked in an anteroom while Carrie discussed cars with her father’s mechanic and then sent the fellow discreetly away. “You think I can keep from playing with that thing for more twelve hours at a stretch? Unlikely! The cage is just some kinky kicks.”
Easy for her to say. Ed supposed it was more kinky kicks that she tied him up again once they’d climbed into a black paneled van with more darkly tinted windows. While his goddesses sat up front in comfortable bucket seats, he lay on the floor in back, elaborately bound all about.
When not thinking about that Freddie Gray guy in Baltimore who’d been killed by the cops in similar circumstances, or
