best laid plans

I wrote a plan. Right on paper, even. It started in Fairgrove, for no other reason than that was where the hero and heroine found themselves.

In my plan, we escaped that wretched existence and spent time in Florida making money until we had enough to cross the ocean and land on an island.

After that, the invincible couple had a baby and dissolved into ecstasy.

Ecstasy. I actually used that word.

Best laid plans.

Enter Freya. Lusty whore, dripping with pheromones.

I invited her in like I invited being brunette. Which is to say really I was just acknowledging what was.

I bent over and offered her my bottom. She teased me and it was nice so I let her hit harder and I liked it. So I let her tie me up.

Can you see where this is going? I certainly can't.

Because I let her blindfold me as well.

What was that about detachment from the outcome?

Oh yes.

That's the safe word isn't it?

Detachment.