“Do you think she knows you’re going to tie me up later?” I said as we settled into our seats on the train.
“Probably.” Anise smiled. “She does have this weird way of knowing what I’m thinking sometimes.”
“Oh my God, yes.” I thought back to Miss Baxter’s near-psychic abilities and grinned.
“And she is the one who gave me the book on the ancient Japanese art of Shibari.”
My grin faded. I let that sentence float around in my head for a minute, turning it over and examining all of the possibilities of what it might mean. I came up with only one.
“Anise,” I said. “Are you…?”
“Sleeping with her? No. It’s not like that.”
What was it like, then? I felt as if there was something else—something Anise hadn’t said—something that was going to seriously weird me out.
“Miss Baxter’s taught me a
