Taren laughed and pulled Ian close. His phone signaled an incoming text. Letting go of Ian he picked up the phone again. “Forty minutes. Do you want to freshen up?”
“You know I do.” Ian gave him another quick peck on the cheek and headed for the bathroom.
While waiting, Taren examined the collection of toys hanging on the pegboard wall. He took a few down and looked them over, replacing them but doing a little rearranging so they were grouped together. Ian might prefer others, of course, but Taren felt confident he could at least make a reasonable guess as to which ones would interest Ian the most. If all else failed, they had their standbys and some of their own favorite equipment with them. Ian was fond of the floggers with many leather tresses that would fan out when twirled and swung
