18-03-2026, 02:39 AM
Suddenly, it became less important for me to kick his ass. I knew I could do it and he did too. Maybe it wouldn't actually have to happen. I knew one thing. If it came to that, we could never be friends again. I found no humor in those words this time.
I thought, "Maybe the penchant for violence that lives inside me is being tempered as I age."
I told Alice that I had an appointment in Dallas at four-thirty. She arranged my schedule so that I was able to drive away before three. I snuck up on Ed. I rang his doorbell just a bit after four. The club is closed on Mondays and I had hoped that he would be alone. It turned out that he was.
He opened the door. I put a finger in the middle of his chest and pushed him back a step or two. I said, "We need to talk."
He was quick on the uptake and he did have his wits about him. He responded, "I can see by the fire in your eyes that we do." A second later, he added, "I hope that you take the time to have a drink before we get started. I think it would be better if you calmed down some."
I said, "Make me a double and I will drink half of it before I unload on your ass."
He handed me the drink and said, "I'm still hoping this isn't about Linda. She is very special to me, you know."
I said, "That's a good place to start."
Forty-five minutes later, we were both all talked out. Oddly enough, I felt pretty good about what had transpired between us. First, I had made Ed understand that my Linda was never going to be used sexually or any other way for the entertainment of the masses. I made sure that he knew that his twisting her arm emotionally or using her submissiveness to coerce her into doing things against her will would never be tolerated.
He had realized and admitted that he had taken a few steps over the line in using his feigned anger with her as a tool to bend her will and bring her to him for the weekend. He demonstrated the proper contrition and made me understand his suffering. He had been given a taste of her favors and then starved for them. I understood that and felt some empathy for him, believe it or not. I understood why Linda had felt so guilty.
We discussed other things. I was assured that no harm would ever come to Linda while she was under Ed's protection and she would never be forced into anything. I knew all that to begin with. I came away believing that I had been wrong and Ed was a true friend to both Linda and me. I was convinced that Caroline had been correct when she had said that the relationship between Linda and Ed was a healthy one. Ed made me understand that it had been many years since he had a true friend before Linda came along. He was in great fear of losing her.
I never got an apology from Ed but then I didn't expect or ask for one. He did take responsibility for his actions and convinced me that he would place Linda on her proper pedestal. I knew that he would never use her feelings for him or her submissive nature to have his way with her again. He asked my permission to call her and beg her forgiveness.
Linda was waiting for me when I parked the car outside the kitchen door. The last traces of sunset were in the west and there was a slight breeze. It was just a mite too cool. Linda was wearing one of my shirts. She bubbled with happiness and yet tears trickled down her cheeks. It was obvious that she had talked to Ed. It was also obvious that she was very pleased with me.
I was a little pleased with me too. I had resolved my issues and Linda's without ever threatening my friend physically. Well, not very much anyway. Realistically, I understood that I couldn't share my most prized possession without experiencing some strife and conflict. I was wearing my pendant. I had read it several times that day. Everything was all right.
Linda took me to our bedroom. The candles were already burning.
To be continued...
I thought, "Maybe the penchant for violence that lives inside me is being tempered as I age."
I told Alice that I had an appointment in Dallas at four-thirty. She arranged my schedule so that I was able to drive away before three. I snuck up on Ed. I rang his doorbell just a bit after four. The club is closed on Mondays and I had hoped that he would be alone. It turned out that he was.
He opened the door. I put a finger in the middle of his chest and pushed him back a step or two. I said, "We need to talk."
He was quick on the uptake and he did have his wits about him. He responded, "I can see by the fire in your eyes that we do." A second later, he added, "I hope that you take the time to have a drink before we get started. I think it would be better if you calmed down some."
I said, "Make me a double and I will drink half of it before I unload on your ass."
He handed me the drink and said, "I'm still hoping this isn't about Linda. She is very special to me, you know."
I said, "That's a good place to start."
Forty-five minutes later, we were both all talked out. Oddly enough, I felt pretty good about what had transpired between us. First, I had made Ed understand that my Linda was never going to be used sexually or any other way for the entertainment of the masses. I made sure that he knew that his twisting her arm emotionally or using her submissiveness to coerce her into doing things against her will would never be tolerated.
He had realized and admitted that he had taken a few steps over the line in using his feigned anger with her as a tool to bend her will and bring her to him for the weekend. He demonstrated the proper contrition and made me understand his suffering. He had been given a taste of her favors and then starved for them. I understood that and felt some empathy for him, believe it or not. I understood why Linda had felt so guilty.
We discussed other things. I was assured that no harm would ever come to Linda while she was under Ed's protection and she would never be forced into anything. I knew all that to begin with. I came away believing that I had been wrong and Ed was a true friend to both Linda and me. I was convinced that Caroline had been correct when she had said that the relationship between Linda and Ed was a healthy one. Ed made me understand that it had been many years since he had a true friend before Linda came along. He was in great fear of losing her.
I never got an apology from Ed but then I didn't expect or ask for one. He did take responsibility for his actions and convinced me that he would place Linda on her proper pedestal. I knew that he would never use her feelings for him or her submissive nature to have his way with her again. He asked my permission to call her and beg her forgiveness.
Linda was waiting for me when I parked the car outside the kitchen door. The last traces of sunset were in the west and there was a slight breeze. It was just a mite too cool. Linda was wearing one of my shirts. She bubbled with happiness and yet tears trickled down her cheeks. It was obvious that she had talked to Ed. It was also obvious that she was very pleased with me.
I was a little pleased with me too. I had resolved my issues and Linda's without ever threatening my friend physically. Well, not very much anyway. Realistically, I understood that I couldn't share my most prized possession without experiencing some strife and conflict. I was wearing my pendant. I had read it several times that day. Everything was all right.
Linda took me to our bedroom. The candles were already burning.
To be continued...
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