I admire Suzanne for her good looks, her intelligence and her rationality. This tweaking of a raw psychological nerve is unexpected and fraught with risk, and opportunity.
What I was expecting was that she would take the envelope, and we were done, or that she'd take the envelope, and in a few days give me a call out of curiosity. What I'm seeing now is some kind of incipient codependency, and I don't think that's an area I want to venture into.
What I want is a good time with a group of good time ladies, and perhaps one of them becoming a "significant other" in a few years time. Suzanne is now a loose cannon in developing that relation. She can poison it, or try to monopolize it. Either way is not what I planned for.
What to do.... What to do....
I get the call precisely at 3PM. "Hi there. I apologize for that outburst last night. I didn't realize how much of me was looking forward to last night. Part of me wanted to be strong; part wanted to be female, and part wanted to be vengeful. All wanted the experience.
"I've been doing some soul searching, and I've decided that... it's still true: All parts of me really want to you to take me, tonight."
"The part that didn't want the experience to be good was the vengeful part -- the part you humiliated when you came that first night. The part that said, "No man can do that to me and get away with it!!"
"Well, you've humiliated that part of me, again. And it's sulking, and it's in disgrace with the rest of me, because... well... in your really oddball way... you're acting like a nice, gentle, guy... as well as a uniquely hot date.
"What I've decided, if you will agree to this, is that I'm going to let my strong side fight you... fight you for all it's worth, for about fifteen minutes. If you can defeat my strong side, then I can respect you in the morning." there was sparkle in her voice as she said the last part.
Now I have a real hard choice! The tone is right. It's not the master-slave tone of her last statement last night, or the neutal-sour tone of our earlier meetings, or the outrage after I untied her. It seems the Devil in her motivations has been faced, revealed, and reexpressed.
"Well, it sounds like you've got your thinking worked out, and I'm glad. OK, I suggest you wear your workout clothes for our meeting tomorrow. And, if it's some tussling you want, we can let the other ladies watch -- they may enjoy that part of the fireworks. The question then becomes where? The park is OK for quiet night rendezvous, but I'm not sure it's appropriate for a raucous wrestling match.
"If I may suggest...."
"Shoot."
"We have a workout room in the basement of the house."
I think about that a for a bit. Straight into the Lion's Den? But, then again, I've now met with all the girls, and our relations are on an amicable basis -- I'm no stranger to any of them, now. If this is a trap, it's even more elaborate than the plan I concocted originally.
"... OK. We can start at the house, and when we finish dealing with your strong side, I'll carry you out from there."