"Toyotas are fine. Where do you work?"
"I'm a banker," she said. He sat straighter.
"Fooled you," she said.
"I wouldn't have guessed. I thought maybe you were a teacher." When I
saw you with Francesca, he almost added.
"Bankers are discreet," she said. She looked at him directly. "Are
you--discreet?"
He considered. "Yes." He was apologetic for some reason.
She approved. "You look like someone who keeps things private."
Well, it was true. He confirmed with a nod and took another bite of
sandwich.
"Have you explored your sexuality, Oliver?" Whoa! His throat closed,
and he sat there chewing foolishly.
"I was married," he managed to get out.
"I didn't think you were a virgin. I mean, for instance, have you ever
been restrained?" She spoke quietly, but Oliver felt the tension
ratchet up a notch.
"Restrained?" Jacky left the kitchen and returned with a pair of
handcuffs which she placed on the table.
"Oh," Oliver said. "No."
"It takes a lot of character and trust," she said, matter of factly.
"Not many can do it. Would you like to see how they feel?" He hesitated
and felt something inside him start to slip, to accede to her.
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