Chapter Eleven
Research is the librarian’s secret vice. I went online and learned everything that I could about b**m. It didn’t take long to separate out the sites that had been posted by serious practitioners from the mere hucksters. I discovered that there were no hard rules of the game, only the ones that worked for the individuals involved. “Consensual” was the word I encountered most often. It meant the difference between playing hard and perpetrating a felony. What I had done to Madison fell into the grey area of date rape. I had no wish to become a repeat offender, and tried not to think about the possibility that she might have come away from the experience questioning her own sexuality. I had already paid for that error with years of heartache and a morbid fear of rejection.
Sin
