Nightmare

Back downstairs, Jackson is cleaning the kitchen. Liam and Marcus sit talking, and the girls are in the playroom. I go to Jackson and help clean up quickly. I’m still smiling after last night and still wearing the collar.

It gets a confused look from Liam. Marcus, however, has a look of respect and then laughs at me, playfully winking. I can’t help but laugh. Georgina looks pissed off with me, though.

“Are you seriously going to wear that thing all the time?  What will people think?” Her words are loud and cold.

Turning, I smile at her gently, trying not to cause an argument. My reply is the best I can think of at the time.

“That is the point, Georgina. I have given up giving a shit about what other people think. All that did was get me screwed over time and time again. I know what it symbolises; I know what happens in our life, in our bedroom. I know there is no shame in it, so if people have an issue or don’t like it, guess what, I don’t care.”