Research, Teresa thought. He’s always doing research for some article he’s writing. Even though precious few of them ever seemed to get published. “Ah,” she said, asian watching him closely. “You wouldn’t be having an affair with one of your students, would you?” She noticed a slight hitch in his movement, and then he tried to laugh it off. He said no way, of course not, that’s crazy, who’s got time, I’m group too old for that, who needs the aggravation?, and went into their bedroom to change. But Teresa knew he was lying. She knew Henry well, and if her question had been outlandish he would have been defensive and offended and adamant and would have lashed back at her, saying how dare you ask me that. But instead he blew her off with a lazy denial. She knew in her heart that Milo had been right. Late the next afternoon Teresa and Melanie met for a BDSM drink at a neighborhood bistro. The place was practically empty since lunch was long over and dinner was still an hour or so away. They found a table in the back for maximum privacy. They started off with small talk. “How’s my favorite niece doing?” Melanie asked. Teresa said her daughter was doing fine. She was getting good grades in school and was at dance class and wouldn’t be home till later. She asked how Melanie’s daughter japan was doing. “Oh, Lisa is doing well. She’s not-quite-sixteen going on thirty. She’s already bugging me about a car. Has boys climbing all over her.” A waitress brought a carafe of wine to their table and poured two glasses. Then they got down to business. “Okay, Sis, let’s have it. What’s on your mind?” Melanie asked. Teresa took a deep breath. “Oh God, where to start?” she said, and took a sip of fetish wine. He could see that this one was younger than the other two; probably fetish about his age. He didn't expect the slap and was even more surprised when it didn't come with a asian sassy retort. Zach stood up in front of her. “I can open the studio next japan Sunday for a BDSM couple of hours, bring her by about 11 we’ll see how well the camera likes her.” “You are normal!” She stamped her foot. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts onto his chest. His eyes widen. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a rope break on a girl, or push a girl off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. I groaned, hurrying to her. She looked at the glass then at me wide eyed. As soon as they drove off I started group work in the k**'s room. He knew there must be unseen repercussions for doing so. It had a cement bed with no mattress, a sink and a toilet with no seat. Been here before.