Thinking again about the nostalgia of discovering the book store, reminded me of the time we came out to each other. It was that long trip up North. I remember riding with you while your wife road with my husband. Only you and her knew the roads and we all felt like it was a good idea to get to know each other. Boy was that right! I wonder what they talked about...
I remember how scared I felt to tell you about my predilection, my obsession. I had a good feeling you would be receptive. I knew you were open-minded and we had had that accidental conversation about corporal punishment. I felt like something was there in the way you talked about the subject. It made me think you wouldn't mind talking about it more. And as it turned out you didn't mind!
Anyway, tonight I thought that we should go to the holodeck. We can think of scenarios in which we each get punished separately and together. That way we can experience being the witness and also share the solidarity of suffering together.
I keep flashing back to that police interrogation scenario I read where they actually bent those guys over a table and strapped them until they confessed. Can you imagine that in a movie? That would be an interesting question to talk over afterwards...
