By ty dehner
Take a chance
Walking thought the parking lot I keep a pace behind him, showing him I understand my position to him. We arrive at his flat gray Jeep. He turns to me, reaching for me and hugging me tightly. This is the first time I feel his leathers so completely and I melt in his arms with the warmth he provides. Pushing us apart. he holds on to my shoulders as he looks me in the eyes. “I said I have some gear that I want you to be in when we get to the Eagle.”
“Yes Sir,” I affirm, anxious to see what he would like me in. He opens the back door on his Jeep and pulls out a large piece of leather. Holding it up, it is a heavy, quilted leather straitjacket. I look at the jacket, then at him. “Yes Sir.”
