But instead of bull rushing me and pounding me into submission as I lay helplessly tied to the bed, K dropped the towel by my side and fell into me, grabbing my shins, holding me close and began sobbing.

Again I was awashed with waves of guilt until I heard it – that little sound one makes when she can not catch her breath because she is trying to hold in the LAUGHTER building up in her chest. I saw her shoulders shaking, rising and falling and heard that ridiculous giggle of hers. I felt a wetness on my legs as tears streamed down her face, and I dont mean tears of sorrow.

I opened one eye and peeked down at her as I moved my legs a little to get her attention.

Uh, K, honey, uh whats so funny? Why the chuckles, hon? Whats up with that? I asked these question slowly and cautiously as she looked up and suddenly moved to sit on my thighs again looking me in the eye.

Uh, oh, sorry babe, she said trying to catch her breath in between the giggles she was trying to suppress. I just cant believe you just said that.

I was stunned, shocked that she laughed at my feeble attempt to turn the tables on her, but I wasnt about to let her know that. No, I continued with my indignant attitude.

So, you think this funny, do you. Well how bout untying my wrists so I can beat the ***** outa ya, then well see how funny you think this is. (UH OH, BIG MISTAKE. )

I braced myself once again as K reached for the ice-filled towel, leaned into me and placed that thing between my head and the wall behind the headboard. She then reached for the silk scarf restraints and released me, one wrist at a time. She settled back on my thighs, taking both my wrists in her hands and began to massage them.

Beach, look around you, she said in a soothing, quiet voice. Obviously she had recovered from her fit of laughter and was regaining her senses.

I didnt have you committed anywhere. Youre home, here in our bed. You banged your head pretty badly a few minutes ago (MINUTES? MOTHER ***** MINUTES?) on the tile when I threw the fruit at you and I brought you in here. You were acting like the moron you are and despite the fact that I was very pissed at you (AH HA, I KNEW IT. MOTHER ***** ME THREE TIMES. SHE DID WANT TO KILL ME) I was worried you might fall out of bed and really hurt yourself so I tied you up for a minute. Thats all babe, thats it. Youre in our bed and have a pretty big bump on the back of your head thats why I brought you the ice. Ok?