Chapter Nine
Lydia
Meredith came bounding into the house, moving directly into the den, totally out of breath. Her dark hair was mildly mused from the brisk wind, the curls framing her face like a dark halo. Her eyes burned with excitement, which always seemed to give Alain a pleasant erotic jolt.
“You look happy.”
“Oh, I am. My friend Liddy called. I haven’t heard from her in months…maybe a year, oh god, it has been over a year.”
“Liddy?”
“Yes,” she stopped and thought a moment, “I probably never told you about her. She’s the woman who first took me to an S M dungeon.”
“Really? And this was how long ago?”
She thought back. “About four years maybe. We even lived together for a few months. We’re having lunch tomorrow.”
“And where’s she been?”
“Oh, everywhere. Mexico, South America
