Bette didn’t even work that day. Well she worked but her mind wasn’t there. She was thinking about the book, thinking about herself, thinking about her marriage. She
knew what it needed, it needed spice. Bette was getting too short-tempered with Paxton. She was the one that was changing, evolving…Pax had stayed his gentle self. Bette knew
Pax would eventually give anything a try for her…she just didn’t want him to be so…uptight about it. And what about Bette as a person? Why was she getting so hot and bothered
over a conept, a book..a se xual act involvoing a little pain? It all seemed a little weird for Bette to be so affected. How come she was having such bad mood-swings for the past
couple days? Since Tina, her new neighbour, moved…that was when. It was a disturbacne in Bette’s life, Tina with all her newness…her energy. Nobody had lived in that house in all
the time Bette was married to Paxton. That was it. Bette’s world was disturbed by a new presence…psshhh, that shouldn’t happen. Tina was a just a neighbour.

 Bette went home and closed all the windows and doors, closed the curtains. She had got her tupperware from Tina. Tina had mentioned that maybe they could check
 out S&M clubs for Bette’s “research”, not get involoved, just to watch the power play between people. Bette agreeed, but said she was busy this week. Bette couldn’t give an
answer right away. Her stomach had dropped again.Bette resented Tina maybe a little bit…since Bette figured it was Tina who created this ripple. With her……………….book.
Yeah her book. Bette held it in her hand, resting her elbows at the kitchen table. She looked at the book stunned. Her eyes wide open and her mouth to the floor. She felt herself
cringing inside. There was more in this book than she imagined, ever imagined. There wa sa whole section on Genital torture and piercings for ***** play. She saw pages of guys
who stapled their *****, she saw there purple bulging staples in their swollen ***** with blood drippling, and under-skin beads in them, and straws and pins and huge *****’ ***** rings and *****
weights and ball weights and ***** bi-sections. And labia weight rings and metal straps pulling labias down adn ***** piercings and nipple clamps and on and on and on. Bette just
looked at them all. This was harcore S&M stuff. And leather. even leather made her insides go floppy. It was a ***** book but there were little sections for men to  show their stuff, *****
men. Bette say power play pictures…dykes strapped to chairs and their “masters” burning their nipples with lighters and women with those “pulp-fiction”-like mouth apple straps that
made their mouths get lock-jaw, and metal nets where dykes hung by their skin…their masters whipping their buttocks till they were red and bleeding. And their faces, full of
pleasure pain and all that’s in-between. Bette felt something in her stir.