“That was really fun. I really enjoyed meeting you.” Paul hadn’t asked for my number yet.

“I freaked you out, didn’t I?” I wasn’t pouting. I wasn’t being flirty either.

“No. Not freaked out. It wasn’t what I expected.” He laughed. I think he is sincere. Maybe he’s going to be alright.

“I didn’t plan to say quite so much.” We both just stood in the space between our

cars. “You have a long drive.”

“Yeah.” Paul was conflicted. Then he reached out his hand. “It was so nice to meeting you. It was really fun.” I shook his hand.

“You too.” Neither of us moved. “Sorry. I messed up a perfectly normal basketball game didn’t I?” Paul looked down at the ground between us.

“No. It’s ok. If you ever want to …”. I didn’t wait for him to finish.

“I will. Totally. What’s your number?” He gave me his number. I typed it as he told me the digits. “Be careful going home. Lots of speed traps on I75 North.” I’m gliding. My feet aren’t touching the ground.

“I will. Can I give you a hug?” Paul put his arms out inviting me into them. And I complied. This is great. Being the real me is fucking great.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. After I get uncuffed. I sleep in handcuffs. Not every night. That would be weird.” Paul shook his head grinning hard.

“You’re something else Tina. Good night.”

“Good night to you Sir.” Or did I say ‘Paul?’ I don’t think it matters.

I’m just smiling. And I really am putting cuffs in my ankles and wrists and tethering my collar to the headboard. Because it’s like I told Paul. No big deal. I’m

Just really into bondage.