"Everything was set.

I knew your daily routine, I knew your life better than you did. I had spent weeks watching and trailing you. It had only taken one chance meeting in the local shop and I knew you were to be mine. I wondered, while I was watching you, if you even had thought about me as you were getting on with your life. I wondered if you actually knew you had met the man who would change your life. I found it ironic that I was having to do all the work in changing our lives, but it didn't matter. I was more than willing to make these sacrifices for you.

That Friday I waited outside your workplace. As I saw you come out of the door I did not start my engine. I knew your route here. I knew where we were to meet again. Only this time the meeting would be far more significant than the last time. It is almost as if you subconsciously knew; you had dressed to impress. You impressed me with your outfit anyway. I started off to our meeting.

I got to my arranged meeting place. I knew you would not let me down. I got out of my van. As you arrived I opened the back doors and waited for you to get within range. All was clear, there was not a soul for as the eye could see. The butterflies fluttered in my stomach flapped furiously. Our date was to begin.

I heard your footsteps behind me as I rummaged in the van. I let you come to me. As you got to me I turned and smiled. You returned my smile, then I saw it fade as you realized you did not know me. I struck. I quickly jabbed into your throat with two fingers. I saw the confusion in your face as you reached to my strike point. You made a choking sound as the windpipe gagged in reflex. I caught hold of you and bundled you into the back of the van and jumped in after you. I had everything prepared. I rolled you onto your stomach and took your hands. I bundled the ziplock ties onto your wrists and pulled them tight. The clicks sounded like gunfire as my senses heightened. I'm sure you felt it too. I felt your panic, as you still struggled for breath while trying to evade my capture. It was all too late; you were mine.

I placed the gag in your mouth just as your throat cleared. I had to congratulate my precision in my strike. It did its job. The ball of the gag filled your mouth. I tightened the strap around the back of your head. It forced the ball further into your mouth. Now you were silent, apart from a small mmph. You still bucked and thrashed though. I placed my silk bag on your head. The act of blinding you seemed to calm you down. Even so, your legs still kicked. I then strapped your legs together, clicking the lock on the webbing and pulling the slack so your ankles were pulled tightly together. The body harness I had made for you then went around the knees. This was followed by more strapping to the wrists. Then round your arms, one strap under and one over your breasts. By the time I pulled your collar straps tight, your muffled cries had become a whimper. Now resigned to being mine, you had become compliant to me.

I sat you up and placed another strap onto your collar and pulled your knees up. I was surprised at how flexibly you bent to my will. Another strap went from your hands to your feet, making you into a ball shape. I lay you on your side. From here I knew you would not be able to move about at all. I looked at my masterpiece. Your skirt had ridden up, revealing your shapely thighs. I could not help but stroke. I felt you tense under my touch, as gentle as it was. I reluctantly let go of you and covered you for our journey to our new home. It was only 10 minutes since we had met again, and already your life had changed beyond all recognition, hadn't it?

The journey was agony for me. I could you hear you whimpering in frustration as you tried to get free of your bonds. I knew there was no way you could break them. We seemed to be on the road for weeks, even though it was only two hours. I was so excited with anticipation of the pleasures we were to share, and the thought of what I had in the back of my van. What would the other people in their tin cans heading for home to their humdrum lives make of what I was doing? I must admit it brought a smile to my face.

When we arrived at our place, I climbed into the back of the van. I could tell you had been crying. I felt bad about what I had done, but I knew you would feel the same way as me in the end. I released you from the ball tie. I felt the relief as you could untense at last. I kept your hands bound and you blindfolded as I led you into my basement. I placed you by the beam and tied your collar to it. I made my first mistake. I do not know how you knew when to kick out, but you did. I have to admit it hurt, but it also focussed me back on what I was doing.

"You are going to pay for that". I felt your shock, as it was the first time I had spoken to you. I did not mean to frighten you, but I needed your cooperation. I roughly grabbed your ankles and led a rope behind the beam so you could not kick again. Then I freed your hands. You started to struggle and get the bag off your head. I put an end to your fight by pulling the choker around your neck until you stopped. You had blacked out.

What did I do while you had blacked out? Well, I realized that I had to make you helpless until you were ready to cooperate. Also you had to pay for what you did to my leg. I crossed your wrists behind the beam and tied them tightly with thin white rope. I then bound your chest to the beam and hoisted you upright, so you were on your own two feet again. I then took my scissors and cut off all your clothes. Imagine my pleasure as I looked back on your naked body. I tied your waist to the beam

I tied another rope to your hands and hoisted your arms up, at right angles to your body, There was no way you could struggle from there. From the back of the waist I put a rope between your legs, making sure it went straight up into your sex. You can feel it, can't you? Well, it is all part of your punishment. I removed the bag from your head. Since then I have waited for you to come round."

" How are you feeling now? If you look to either side you'll see I have set up some mirrors for you to see yourself, and what a sight you are. Yes, go on, struggle, those ropes aren't going to budge are they? Has anyone told you look really sexy when you struggle? I guess many people would have seen you like this, but I can assure you that you do.

Now it's time for you to pay for that kick. If you take a look at your feet, you will note that there is another rope there. You want to know what that is for? Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do. Well that rope is going to lift your feet right off the ground. Remember that rope in your sex? Well, that is going to be cutting into you with all your body weight. The only way you can stop it is by pulling with your legs, taking the weight off it. Of course, you won't keep that up forever, your legs are going to get tired. I imagine you might enjoy it, you may even come. After that all your strength will just disappear. Then your pain and punishment will begin. Your own desire will be your undoing, my sweet. There is no point shaking your head at me. See this as a chance to reflect on how cooperating will be a lot easier than futile fighting. Are you ready? Good.

Here we go then.

Why am I telling you all this? I thought that would be obvious, my sweet. I wanted to tell you how you got here and to let you know you're mine now. All mine."

Although you did not want to I saw you look to your right and then to your left. I saw the look of despair on your face as you saw how tightly you were bound. You tested the ropes and bucked against your bonds and I noticed that your hands clenched and unclenched, trying desperately to find some purchase against the ropes that held you. You could not really struggle, as your arms were forced upwards.I knew there was no way you could escape. I had prepared for this too long to let my bindings be the weak point of our fun. I had worked and planned for too long to let you go easily.

" During the days of the Spanish Inquisition, witches, at any rate those suspected of being witches were subjected to a torture called the strappado. Their hands were bound behind them, much like yours. Then they were hoisted by them until they confessed. I'm sure you agree that it is a pretty convincing persuasion"

I must have got your attention. You looked at me in horror at the thought of the torture that you must have thought was coming. I contemplatively lit a cigarette and paused before I continued.

"If that was not enough, then the poor old witch was hoisted right off the floor. Of course the arms would instantly dislocate. Can you imagine that sort of pain?"

I thought you could because, again, you had started to struggle.

"Now I'm not going to do that to you. I care about you far too much. You are far too valuable to me for that. But appreciate that I could if I want to. I did promise you something though, didn't I? Oh yes, the hoisting of the legs. Oh, come on, don't be silly. You'll come to enjoy it eventually. Besides, I think you will give great sport before you experience the pain I described. I picked you because you are strong my sweet. I expect you to fight me, to resist. You won't be able to help it"

I moved behind you. I saw you watching me as I picked up the rope that was looped over the beam. As I picked it up you began to "mmph" into your gag. I assume you were pleading with me, but of course nothing intelligible came out. I began to pull the rope taught. I pulled slowly; torturing you as you struggled to keep your feet on the floor. You had no chance though. Your body arched as the rope bit deep into your clit. Your hands wrung in a frantic effort to escape. Your legs yanked to try and get your feet on the floor once more. This did have the effect of relieving the pressure on your crotchrope. I tied the rope off, holding your legs at 90 degrees. I felt the tension in your thighs as they kept the pressure off. The ropes dug deep into your ankles as she slip knots tightened with your weight being borne on them. I took a length of rope, crossed your ankles and tied them together. This stopped the slipknots tightening any further. I lit another cigarette and walked to the front of you to watch the show.

I had to admit that I never thought you would resist so well. Even as your thighs were trembling and about to give, as soon as the weight came down upon the crotchrope, they found new strength and pulled you out of the reach. By now your gagged pleas had subsided as you set about resisting gravity. You had even stopped trying to release your hands. It seemed that you had resigned yourself to being captured and unable to free yourself. Now your purpose was just to avoid the pain. Occasionally our eyes met, but instantly you averted your gaze, afraid to meet my watching eyes.

It had to happen though. Your strength began to fade and you began to rest on your crotchrope more and more. Something began to happen to you that I did not think you were ready for. As you struggled against the ropes, you crotch could not help but rub on the rope. I saw it happening before me, and I think you began to feel it. A new need was engulfing you. Despite yourself, the rope was getting you hot. You had begun to thrash more as you sought pleasure from the bonds I had placed you in. You realised what you were doing and stopped, but I knew you would start again. Soon the basement began to echo to the rhythmical "mmphs" you were producing. They were speeding up as you got closer to your climax. I marveled as you came in a writhing explosion of energy, which was replaced by you panting and sobbing quietly into your gag. Your strength had finally deserted you; it left you absorbing the pain, as you could no longer take any weight off the crotchrope. Your head hung down, exhausted.

I walked up to you and raised your head to face me. I saw pleading, hate and shame in your eyes. I'm not surprised…. I had, after all, made you degrade yourself in front of your captor.

"I am going to cut you down from this torture, but you will have to ask me to first. I am going to remove your gag and you will ask me. With suitable respect. Otherwise, you can spend the night tied up like this. It is up to you, OK?"

You nodded. I removed your gag and wiped your drool gently from your chin. You looked at me and asked me.

"Please, Sir, let me down. I will not resist you. I promise."

I slowly went round and freed you, keeping you feet tied round the post. As you lay quietly down on your stomach, I reached and took one of your wrists. You pulled against me.

"It's over for now" I told you. "Give me your hands. It is just to make sure you don't do something we both regret, OK? There is no more pain for you tonight, I promise. I want to clean you up and put you to bed. You have trust me."

The tension in your arm melted away as I took one wrist and then the other, crossed them and bound them with thin white chord. Only then did I release your feet from the post. I tried to help you up but you were too weak. You began to sob. I held you and stroked your matted hair. I rocked you gently until you had stopped crying. I picked you up in my arms and took you into the bathroom I had built. I placed you into the shower cubicle and took another length of chord and tied your feet. I felt the panic begin to build in you.

"It's OK. I am not going to hurt you again."

"Ever….. Sir" The word "Sir" choked.

"I did not say that, my Sweet. You need to be trained; you need to be shown what I will do if you do not obey me. For now, no pain, OK? I want to look after you."

You nodded. I turned the shower on and I washed you down. I felt the tension drain from you. I stood you up and toweled you down. I took you over to the table and lay you down on your front. I tied each wrist separately to the ropes that disappeared through holes in the table. I loosened the chord that had bound your wrists and pulled the ropes. Your hands were now held fast to the table each side of you. You did not even struggle, your fight had temporarily subsided. I untied your legs and retied each one to the bottom of the table. I placed a noose around your neck, but did not pull it tight, just enough to keep your head down.

I began to massage your shoulders. I felt you relax as my fingers kneaded your abused muscles. By the time I had worked on all your body, you had fallen asleep. I took a sheet and covered you and left you to sleep. It had been a good night. I hoped tomorrow would be as good.

Day Two: Saturday

You were already awake when I unlocked the basement door. I could see that you had been up for a while; your sheet had fallen off you as you had frantically struggled to free yourself from the table. All that you had succeeded in was tightening you bonds. I am glad I had come down when I did. The noose around your neck was pulling tight. I quickly loosened it and held your head down on the table. Your struggling subsided. I released your head.

"You stupid bitch, you could have killed yourself. There are two ways this will end, my sweet. You will do as your are told. It is up to you what happens in the meantime. The 1st way is a one way ticket to pain and you will not make it out of here in one piece. The 2nd way is better for you, better for me. You will be a good slave and then you will be free to go back to your boring humdrum life with only a new perspective and respect for others. So, what do you think?"

"Sir" You replied. "I want to go home. If that means I have to follow your orders, then I will let you do what you want. But my mind will resist you every step of the way"

I felt the anger course through my veins at your remark.

"That I have been counting on. You still have learned the valuable lesson of humility, have you my sweet? Well, I intend to teach you. I admire your spirit, it is your strongest point and I don't want to break it. It's your arrogance that will be your downfall. It is now time for your next lesson."

Day Two: Saturday a.m.

"I want to tell you a story about Japan. Now I'm sure you have heard of the Samurai. A noble caste of warriors. They lived to serve their masters and die in battle. Now in these battles they had to learn what to do with captured prisoners. A martial art, a branch of jui-jitsu was created. It was called hojo-jitsu"

I moved behind you. I released your hands from the bindings and folded your hands behind you, mirroring as if you had folded your arms in a barrier signal to me. I tied each hand to the opposite arm, just above the elbow. Your arms were now side by side. I took a long length of rope and wrapped it tightly around you two forearms, locking them together. I blindfolded you, in order to keep you calm. I released your feet and sat you on the table.

"Now Hojo-jitsu was an exquisite method of holding a prisoner, but it can also be used as a torture." I told you as I wrapped more rope around your breasts, over and under alternately. I then looped a rope over your right shoulder and cinched the ropes around your breasts. As they pulled tighter around your breasts, they stuck out. I heard you gasp. This rope then was lead over your left shoulder and tied tightly. You half heartedly struggled to free your arms, but quickly gave up.

"Save you strength, my sweet, you are going to need it soon." I took you off the table and sat you on the floor. I pulled your legs into the lotus position and tied them in much the same way as your arms.

'You cannot do this to me," you screamed. "When the police catch up with you, I'm going to make sure we have a conversation. You're nothing but a shit."

"You may have many things to call me, and we may have a conversation in the future, but for now you have said quite enough." I forced the ball of the gag into your mouth and strapped it tightly. I then fastened the harness once more, rendering you quiet.

"Now where was I? Oh yes….. Hojo" You protested behind your gag, but could make no noise. "There was a certain torture called the prawn. Why is it called that? I'll explain." I took a length of rope and tied it to the back of your breast harness. This was looped under your legs. As I pulled it tighter, you were folded in half. I had to stand up to pull the rope fully tight and tied to your harness. I stood back to admire my work. You were breathing in shallow ragged breaths. You pulled against the ropes holding you in this position, but they would not budge. All you succeeded in doing was to get out of breath and tighten the cinch around your breasts, making the ropes cut into them. Once you stopped struggling, I spoke.

"That's better, nice and quiet. Now the prawn is called so because you will go through certain colour changes. I'm sure you have already noticed that you are having trouble breathing. This situation is not going to improve any time soon. Your lungs cannot inflate properly in this position. Now, just like a prawn, you started pink and you are turning red. This will be followed by a purple colour and then follows blue. After blue, you will not care any more. Like I said, this will give you a chance to ponder your outburst. Ponder quickly though. I am not sure how long you will last. When you feel you were wrong, all you have to do is click your fingers and I will release you. It is down to you how much you have to suffer."

As I suspected, you had other ideas than to ask me for release. You panted raggedly as you strained. You tipped over onto your side. Too late, you realized that this only tightened the bonds. You tried to thrash and both your hands and feet pulled to get free. Even so, the ropes held fast. I watched as the energy drained form you as you found it harder to breathe. You could now barely breathe and your breaths became shallow and irregular. Your struggles ceased and you lay there. You gave one last thrash and I heard you fingers click.

Part 2

"So, you have learnt a valuable lesson, no?" I said as I cut the rope holding you in this agonizing position. The air rushed back into your lungs. I allowed you lie there for a while until your colour returned. I then untied your legs, stood you up and led you to the table. I spread your legs and tied each foot to a leg of the table. I then pushed you over the table and tied you down. Your ass was exposed in this position.

"Now, I think you are so badly behaved, it's time for some corporal punishment, my sweet"

I felt the shock course through your body as you realized that were totally exposed. I took out my leather belt and placed it on your ass. I felt it shy away, looking for some refuge. Your hands stretched out, as if trying to protect your exposed flesh, but there was no way you could reach down. I took my first swipe. Your back arched. I continued in slow measured swipes, making sure I covered all the skin showing. Your ass turned red from the spanking. Bright, angry welts appeared.

I'm not sure how long I continued spanking you, but I made sure the skin was not broken. When I thought you had had enough, I ceased and let you up from the table. I lead you over to a chair and fastened your legs tightly. I then released you arms and took off the gag and blindfold.

"So, my sweet….. do you have any smart opinions you wish to share with me?" You shook your head meekly. Even so, I could still see a glint in your eyes as you looked at me.

"I am sorry Sir."

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I said. Come, it's time to eat. We lunched in silence. I noticed you looked up as if to say something, and then thought better of it.

"OK, what is on your mind this time?" I asked.

"I wondered how you knew so much about torture, Sir. Why you picked me?"

"OK", I replied "Firstly, I have spent many years studying to reach this level of knowledge. Why you? Easy. The first time I saw you, I just knew that you would like this in the end."

"I don't, I hate it" You replied.

"Maybe you hate it now," I laughed "but you had always thought about it, hadn't you?" You nodded shamefully. "You may think I am talking rubbish now, but you will dream of me and what I can bring you if you get out of here." You shifted uneasily in your chair. "Right, my sweet" I said "It's time for another lesson.

Day Two: Saturday p.m.

Before your lesson began, I allowed you into the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you came out, I instructed you to lie on the bed. I crossed your hands and feet and tied them. I then tied your arms to your sides and your knees together. I tied your hands to your waist and led a crotchrope between your legs. This I fed through the bonds on your feet and tied it to your hands, bending your legs into a hogtie. I rolled you onto your side and fastened you in that position.

"Now my sweet, this afternoon's lesson is biology. We are going to deal with muscles and sensory depravation." I once more gagged you. You let the ball into your mouth with resignation. As a final touch, I inserted a pair of love balls into you. I tied your knees together so you could not get the balls out

"Now, you may or may not know, but muscles are driven by electric impulses from the brain. This can be short-circuited by external impulses. To demonstrate this I have a muscle builder machine. I am going to wire this to your thighs. As the pulses hit, your legs will pull and try to straighten." You lay still compliantly as I attached the rubber pads and straps.

"Now for an experiment, I want to try some sensory depravation on you" I said as I blindfolded you. "I'll see you later, I will leave you to your own devices" I said as I plugged your ears. I did not expect you to react the way you did as I let your head go. A panic set in as you became isolated. You were trembling. I switched on the machine. As the first pulse hit you, your legs strained against the ropes, pulling the crotchrope tight. You found yourself involuntarily stimulating yourself with both the rope and the love balls. I must admit it was a sight to behold as you sought pleasure from your predicament.

I decided that you were having far too much pleasure. I had demonstrated that I could give you pleasure, now I demonstrated that I could take it away. I switched the machine off. Your stimulation ceased. I could sense your confusion as you could neither see nor hear what had happened. You began to writhe against the crotchrope which I cut. I quickly untied you feet and knees, rolled you onto your back and spreadeagled your legs. I removed the balls. I sat you up and untied your arms and hands. These I tied to the bedpost, leaving you totally spread and helpless. I gently licked your nipples, one after the other. As they were stimulated the nipples became hard and erect. My hand stroked your bush. Your back arched, as if asking me to go deeper. I placed some clamps on your nipples and tied them to the sides of the bed. As your back arched more they pulled tighter. The pain stopped you arching your back. I went deeper into you, stroking gently. In time to your breathing, I stroked harder and faster as your excitement increased. I let you come, a wave of pleasure overtaking you.

It was getting late and I thought you had done some serious learning. I ungagged you and took the blindfold off, followed by your ear plugs. I sat by the side of the bed and stroked you hair. "Thank you sir" you mumbled with a small smile as you drifted off to sleep. I covered you and left you bound, asleep.

Day Two: Sunday a.m.

I unlocked the basement door to find you already awake. There was no evidence of struggling or thrashing. I released you and sent you to the bathroom. On your return you sat for breakfast. Again you had that look that meant you had something on your mind. "Spit it out" I said.

"You know the police will be looking for me now, don't you sir? Am I getting out of here, please? I have learned! I…."

I cut you off in mid sentence with a wave of my hand. "You have done well so far. If you show the same progress today, then yes, you will be going back." I smiled and nodded. "Today we have a few things to finish up and you will be going back. Promise"

This seemed to calm you down. I got up and took your wrists behind you. I bound your wrists and bound them, palms facing each other. I followed this by binding your elbows together, pulling them as closely together as possible. I led you over to underneath a pulley, which you had not noticed. I knelt you down and bound your feet. There was no way you could stand up. I took your gag out of my pocket and gagged you. You accepted the gag with no protest.

"I have to get things ready for you to go home now," I told you. "So I am going to leave you here for a while. You are going to have to behave no, my sweet. I'm going to do you a favour" You looked at me quizically. "I'm going to make sure you can't do anything stupid." I took a rope and wrapped it around your wrists and placed it into the pulley. I pulled it taught and then placed it through a loop on the front of the ball of your gag. As I pulled the rope tighter, it had two effects. Your arms came up and your head was forced back. You protested, but there was nothing you could do. As your feet were bound, you could not stand up to release the pressure. I tied the rope off and stepped back to look at you.

"One more thing, my sweet" I said as my hand went to my pocket. You could not see what I was doing as you were forced to look up skyward. I took out a pair off nipple clamps and attached a pair of springs with weights on the end. I stroked the nipples on you breasts, which now stood proud. I stood over you to show you the clamps.

"These are a little bonus for you. You move, the weights attached to these will start the springs off. They will pull and pull. One wave from you will release countless yanks on your nipples." I placed the clamps on your nipples. You bucked in pain and the springs started moving as the weights bobbed up and down. You mmphed into your gag. I stopped the weights.

"I have to go for a while now, so you behave, OK?" All you could do was whimper into your gag.

Day Two: Sunday p.m.

After I had got everything ready, I came back to the basement. As you heard me open the door you must have frozen. The weights bobbing up and down gave you away. I walked over to you, released the clamps and started to loosen the rope attached to the pulley. You flopped onto the floor, exhausted.

"It's time to go home now." I told you. "I need to put the harness on you for your journey. But first, I am going to untie you and you are going to get dressed in these clothes I got you" I untied you and let you dress. After you had done that, I sat you on the table and strapped you up as I had done when we first met. As I was about to place the gag in your mouth, you spoke.

"Sir, I hate you." You said. You seemed afraid of how I would react.

"I know," I replied "Even so, who has ever given you what you truly need and deserve?"

"What are you going to do with me now? Please don't dump me all tied up like this. I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise." I then placed the gag in your mouth, but not after I had kissed you on your lips.

"Do not worry my sweet, I have it all worked out. I am going to leave you in a small storm hut on the golf course near your home. I am going to handcuff you to the bench. I will give you the key, but it will be encased in ice. Once the ice melts, you can unlock the cuffs and free your legs. Of course, by then, I will be long gone. By the way, tell whoever you want….. I will be long gone and you don't know where we are now, do you?" You shook your head. "And neither will you." I said as I placed the hood over your head.

The drive back to your city was uneventful. After I had finished your binding, forcing you into a ball, I think you fell asleep. I spent the journey congratulating myself on a job well done. I had captured you and given you all the lessons I wanted to teach you. You and I were still in one piece and no lasting damage had been done. All too soon, we got to the golf course. As I undid your legs, I reminded you that we were at the end and in an hour or so, you would be free. There was no logic in doing anything stupid. I walked you, still bound, gagged and blindfolded, to the hut. Once there I Swapped your hand bindings for a set of steel handcuffs and tied the key, still encased in ice, to the cuffs, so you would not lose it. I bound your feet and hogtied you. Only then did I remove your hood and gag.

“It is time for me to go now, my sweet,” I said to you. “The ice will melt and then you will be free to go back to your life. I hope you will start to treat people around you and strangers with more respect.” I started to walk away. I stopped and turned. “Keep the cuffs and ropes. In your pocket you will find an ad for a specific car magazine. Place that ad and I will see it. I will know you think you need some more tutoring. After that, come up here every Friday night. Handcuff and tie yourself as I have now. One Friday, I will come and collect you.” You just lay there and looked at me. “Of course I will be too clever to walk into a trap, so only contact me if you are serious, OK?”

You nodded your head, “It will not happen” You replied. I walked over to you. You flinched, expecting a blow. Instead I kissed you once more.

“Maybe now, that is what you believe,” I replied. “Maybe now. But later, your need will become too much. I will see you then, my Sweet” I said as I left you, closing the door behind me.

Epilogue: Week 3

I waited around the hut, unseen for an hour. I saw you leaving the hut, looking all around. I shadowed you off the golf course and to safety. It was then time for me to leave. I am sure you did not call the police, at least not from your own home. I would have known.

It has been three weeks since out encounter. Even so, the memories are still sharp, as if it is happening now. I didn’t think it would happen, but I have missed you being here. I haven’t even thought about hunting out a new attitude that needs adjusting. I have spent my spare time working out some more intricate lessons. I wonder if I will even bother going out hunting again. I’m sure I will, but not for now. Perhaps I am wrong though. The magazine I was aimlessly flicking through has revealed an absolute bargain to me: A 1969 Singer Chamois rubber drive coupling, free to a good home. Just what I need.

“My sweet,” I say as I smile to myself “I will see you at the usual place.”