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One, Chapter 5
When Peter got back he turned on the light, muttered "Hi" to Bring still tied down on the bed, passed her and went into the bathroom. He came back out, found the two styrofoam cups they had used earlier, carried them into the bathroom and washed them out. Bring was quiet on the bed. She watched his shadow pass across the ceiling; he came partially in view for a moment at the bathroom door, then he became a shadow again. He came out of the bathroom with two cups of wine, set his on the table by the bed, and sat on the bed by Bring. "I have wine for you. Would you like it?" He waved the cup over her face. "Need a bathroom break?" She looked meekly up at him. "You were gone for hours." "Guess I was." He turned away. "I was lonely." "Guess you were." "Don't you like me any more? Those men didn't matter to me. Not like you do. I thought you liked me." "I like you Bring, Belinda, whatever." He set the cup in his hand by the other cup on the bedside table. "Come on, let's have a bathroom break." He began to untie her wrist. "You have to fuck me first." "I don't have to do anything. I'm the master, remember? You're going to have a bathroom break." He leaned over her and untied the other wrist. "Then you'll fuck me?" "Then you get tied up on the bed, like before." "Then you'll fuck me?" "Then we'll talk about Larry." He finished the other hand and sat back up. It was not easy to lie across her like that. "You can do your own ankles." "Thanks." Bring sat up. "Guess I do have to go to the bathroom." She scrunched herself toward the foot of the bed. She untied one ankle, then the other. Peter handed her a cup of wine. He tapped it with the other cup. "Cheers." "I'll make it up to you." She stood and teetered a moment, rested her hand on the bedpost. She walked toward the bathroom. "Whatever you want to do." Peter got off the bed, picked a book out of the pile on the desk, and sat down again. "I was going to shower, too. All right?" Bring said from the bathroom. "Okay," Peter said. He sipped the wine in the cup, took a bigger drink. He opened his book. Soon the shower was running. A few minutes later the shower was off and Peter could hear her move around. Bring came out of the bathroom naked, toweling her hair. She gave Peter a smile. "Shall I go out to the van and get the food?" "It's on the table there, in the bag." "Want some cheese and bread?" Bring asked. "Sure." "In a jiffy." Bring went back into the bathroom, hung up the towel. She came back out with her wine and went over to the table. "What are you reading?" "Pearl." "The part where it begins in the garden, I've always thought that could be read two ways." "Me, too." "The traditional reading and as a seduction." "Interesting." She sat down beside him with pieces of bread and cheese. "I'm sorry." "I know. I'm still angry." He took a piece of bread with cheese, leaving the book open on his lap. "I can't tell you much about Larry. He's like a policeman." She glanced at him; he still was not looking at her. "Figured he's something." Peter took a bite, chewed awhile. "How did Martha know about my research?" "I think Jimmy told her. I told Jimmy." She watched Peter. "Word gets around fast in a small town." "Imagine it would." He took another bite. He took a sip of wine. He put his cup down on the floor, picked up his book again. "Good sandwich. Let me know when you're ready." Bring looked at him for a second, resumed eating. A short while later, she went back to the bathroom. He heard her pee, flush the toilet, wash her hands, then come out. "I'm ready, Master," she said. "That's not helping. Get on the bed." He stood. "No, not like before. On your side. Yes. No, closer to the edge. Can you sleep like that? Okay." He bent over her and lashed her wrists to a ring on her collar. He tied her ankles together. "Comfy? Okay." He sat back down on the bed, picked up his book. "You're not going to . . ." Bring said. "Not tonight. I'm tired and angry. Maybe in the morning. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just keep you tied up all weekend." "All right." She tried to twist around to face him and found she could not. "I really like you a lot. Whatever you want to do." "I'll do." Peter read for a while. When he was ready for bed he got up, took off his clothes, went to the bathroom, peed, splashed water on his face, turned out the light. He went over to the light by the bed by Bring, saw her staring at him. He kneeled down, gave her a kiss on the cheek. He started to stand. She said, "Condoms." He smiled briefly, "I'll remember. I don't think I want Larry tossing me through a wall or something." He stood, turned out the light, felt his way around the bed, drew the sheet over the both of them. "Goodnight cupcake," he said. "Night," she said. He woke before dawn. A thunderstorm had passed through. The air had cooled and the sheet was not enough. He curled against Bring's back, one arm was over her, cupping one of her hands next to her chin. He lay still. He thought about what he wanted to do, what he thought he should do, what he was supposed to do. About Jan back home, probably curled up in bed, that spot usually occupied by him, now by a cat. How he missed her. At the same time he could not help but feel Bring next to him. His memories of how she appeared, naked, dressed, moving, still. How she looked in the van, the street lights across her with their strange colors, as he drank honey from her skin and felt her tongue tickling his finger. He went back to sleep finally. Early morning he found his decision made. He took time to find one of the damned, infernal condoms. He put it on, stroked her, felt her waken. He heard her whisper, "Please." He whispered back, "Are you sure you want me to?" He felt her nod her head, heard her whisper, "Please." So he did. It always sounds so simple he thought afterwards. He was pressed as close to her as possible. He felt her heart beat under his hand on her breast. It always sounds so simple he thought, but I cannot even describe it. He fell asleep again.
He woke to Bring saying, "Peter? Peter? I really have to go to the bathroom." She paused. "I really have to go." "Okay," he said. "Just a second." He unwrapped his arm around her. "Can you wait for me to untie you? Or should I try to carry you?" "My feet." "Okay." Peter sat up, leaned toward the foot of the bed and untied her feet. "Here, I'll help you get up." He got off the bed, stood in front of her and reached down. He raised her shoulders while swinging her legs out. He sat her up, stood her up, walked her to the bathroom and the stool. He helped her sit, she started to pee heavily immediately. He untied her wrists. "I'll leave you in peace." He left the bathroom. He sat on the bed with the used condom in his hand, still waking up, when she came out. He got off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he was done, he came out to find Bring on the bed, in position to be tied again. He looked at her. She smiled at him, tentatively, her eyes watched his face. "On your back, like before," he said. She smiled broadly and rolled onto her back, arms and legs splayed. He tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts like before and climbed into bed beside her. He pulled the sheet up from the floor over them and held her closely.
About nine in the morning, Peter decided to go out. He left Bring tied to the bed after checking that she would be all right that way for awhile. She had slowly nodded yes, her eyes never leaving his. Peter turned left at the road and walked up to main street. Puddles on the sidewalk were drying quickly. It was just a bit cooler than yesterday. Last night he had seen an antique shop on main street. He wanted to find a present for Jan. He knew nothing he bought would be good enough for her. The antique shop was open and he went in. It was bigger than it appeared outside. It seemed that several storefronts, the antique shop, a cafe, and a small specialty grocery were actually intermingled inside, one merging into the other. Not only was the shop much bigger than it looked, it was filled with people, mostly older like himself. That was a relief after Bring's intensities. Peter didn't know what to do next. Bring was a delight; her game was driving him crazy. He noticed two sets of tin kitchen canisters that he thought Jan would like. One had a yellow-green speckled finish, the other had a pink-red speckled finish. The canisters were several different sizes, as if they had been collected by someone for the finish rather than as if they had been made as a group for a specific purpose. He noticed off to his side two women, one with short, thick gray hair, maybe fifty or so, and a companion with brown hair, short also but not so thick. He could see a band of black on one woman's neck, almost hidden by her blouse. Their eyes seemed to twinkle when they found him watching them. He looked back at the canisters, then patted his breast pocket for the bucks. He felt them and caught himself at the same time. "What am I doing?" he asked himself. He decided to look around a little longer, but he thought Jan would like the canisters. He had the idea if he could find the right kind of special stationery he could write the right kind of letter to Jan. He did not think he could call her, not today. As Peter walked through the shops, he realized a few of the women and men had collars; a few of those also had wrist and ankle bands like Bring's. He did not remember seeing that yesterday. He could not find any stationery he liked, but noticed the two women talking to a man who handed them something. They were laughing. Later he saw them together at the cafe chatting at a table with cups of coffee or tea before them. Peter also noticed he was being haunted by a presence. He could feel something he'd never felt before. He would turn around and a young black haired woman glanced away. This happened repeatedly. She was close by. She was an aisle over. Her hair was long and she was dressed like Bring yesterday when he first saw her, but this woman's dress was red rather than gray. She wore a black velvet choker on her neck. She was exceptionally pretty, disfigured by a scar which rose from her upper lip. She seemed to always have her fingers moving from the scar, as if to hide it, to her choker, then back. He returned to the canisters and studied them. He preferred the red ones, but would Jan really like the green ones more? His mind was going back and forth from red to green to red when he stepped back, felt himself bump something small, and heard that thing fall. He turned around to find himself facing the black haired woman who stared wide-eyed at him. Antique kitchen utensils had fallen at her feet. He bent down to pick them up. She knelt in front of him. He picked up the utensils, the bucks fell out of his pocket. "Oh damn," he said. She looked at him. He looked at her. She picked the bucks up and handed all but one back. "Yes," she said. Peter stood and started to speak. She stood. "Where are you staying?" she asked. He started to speak. "I know what I am doing." "I have no doubt," he said. "I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing." He put the utensils back in their spot. "I'm already involved this weekend in some game with Bring, Belinda." "I know her." "I'm taking a moment off trying to find a present for my sweetheart." He pointed to the canisters. "The red ones," she said. "The red ones?" "Passion," she said. "I know about the game and how confusing it can seem. Need help?" "With the game or with the canisters?" "The game you'll have to do with Belinda. I can help you carry the canisters." "And?" "Whatever." She smiled at him. She walked past him and started to gather the red canisters. "I know Mary, she'll give us a special discount." She walked to the front of the antique shop. Peter had to step quickly to catch up. "My name is Peter." "And mine is Alice. Nice to meet you Peter." She faced ahead. "And here is Mary." She put the canisters down on the counter. "Mary, this man is a friend of Belinda's and mine." Mary smiled at Peter. "Are you the poet?" "No, that's someone else. Word around town is that I'm researching the alliterative revival." "That's right. I thought I knew you." Mary started wrapping the canisters in newspapers. "Martha said you and Belinda were by her place last night. Honey. Honey for the game." She glanced up and smiled. "That's a new one. It gives us old-timers a kick to see what you kids will come up with next." "Honey sounds nice," Alice said. "You'll have to tell me all about it." Peter looked sharply at the two women and decided they were pulling his leg. He just smiled. "Ask Bring." Peter and Alice walked back to the motel. Peter found Alice was twenty-seven and was interested in teaching music to children. Peter tried to figure out what he would do at his room. Alice seemed nice but persistent. Maybe he could talk her into meeting him somewhere for lunch. That would mean keeping Bring tied up most of the day. Maybe that would not be a bad idea, he thought. Then he kicked himself for thinking that. They ended up at the door of his room. He was reaching in his pocket for the key when Alice turned the knob and went in. The light was still on and Bring was still spread-eagled, naked on the bed like he left her. "I need to explain . . ." Peter started to say. Alice raised a hand, then said, "Hi Belinda. Bring is it?" "Alice. It's so good to see you. You've met Peter I see. You can see we're playing the game." Peter stood at the door, watched Alice carry the bag with the canisters and lay it on the desk, walk over to the bed and sit down. "This is a bit awkward," he said. Alice patted the bed by her and turned to Bring. "You're pretty far along I can see." "Still in Blue. We had a few," Bring peered up at Peter sitting beside Alice, "difficulties last night. All taken care of though." She smiled brightly at Peter. Alice looked sideways at Peter. "He didn't?" Bring glanced at Peter. "You didn't?" She looked at Alice, "He did?" Alice just smiled. Peter found himself thinking this was one of the strangest situations he had ever been in. He tried to smile, it did not work. Bring laughed. "He is an old horn dog after all." She grinned at Peter. "If you would untie me you'd have the bed all to yourselves." She looked at Alice. "He's starting to catch on." Peter got up and untied Bring beginning with her feet. When they were free, he patted them. Then he untied her wrists, making sure not to lean over her. That would be too much, he thought. He stepped back as Bring sat up. She got up off the bed, stretched and went toward the bathroom saying, "The bed's free, don't let me hold you up." Bring showered and came out, pretending to be shocked at Peter and Alice. Peter was showing Alice a program on his laptop, one for analyzing texts. They were sitting side by side on the bed, almost touching. Bring found her dress on the dresser, put it on. She sat on the bed opposite them to put on her sandals. She stood and smiled at Peter's back. She picked up the money pouch and said, "I'm going to walk up to the pizza place and give this to Dave, then I'll find something to eat and bring it back for us." She asked Peter, "All right?" Alice looked up from the computer. "I'll take the money to Dave, he's short handed so I'm working there this weekend." "Everyone?" "Everyone." Alice smiled, she glanced at Peter then turned back to Bring. "Something to eat would be nice though. Take your time. I don't need to be there until after noon." "I'll have to warn you about old horn dog there," Bring said. "He's slow to start. But once started it's a race to keep up." She looked at Peter. "You were great." Bring left them sitting on the bed, still not touching.
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