I had left home to study for college, but gave up after a token effort. The burnout that comes at the end of the semester had hit me in full force, and so I decided to slack off. About that time I had an idea. With a wicked grin, I got into the car, my thoughts swirling in my head. I checked to make sure my tool kit was still in the back seat; it was.
You see, I've always been a bit freaky. As I drove home, I thought about how lucky I was to have met someone who also enjoyed my particular tastes. I'm not a harsh man, but I definitely enjoy being in charge in the bedroom. As long as everyone agrees and has fun then it's not a concern if things get a bit rough. There's a saying I've heard, "Sex should be friendly. Otherwise, stick to mechanical toys; it's more sanitary."
Upon arriving, I got out of the car and walked up to the door. It was quiet inside, all the lights out and the drapes closed, but I knew she wouldn't be asleep. She usually knew when to expect me and would stay up, reading or just quietly laying abed. I opened the door as softly as I could and let myself in, closing it quickly but quietly. The items I'd taken from my tool kit were grasped firmly in one hand. At the end of the hallway, off the living room, the door to the bedroom opened. Seeing this, I stepped quickly aside into the kitchen and hid. Her voice called out my name, quietly questioning. I made no answer.
