About 2 weeks after the first night with the Widhoes, I got a call from Andie. ” I’m having issues with the ceiling fan in my bedroom. Could you come take a look at it?” I have some experience with electrical things so I told her I would come over after work. I texted her when I was on my way, and she replied that she was painting in the bedroom to just let myself in and come upstairs. So I parked in the driveway, grabbed my tools, and headed upstairs . My thoughts went to the last time I climbed these stairs but I told myself this wasn’t about that. This was helping out a friend.
The sight that awaited me when I entered the bedroom told me a completely different story. There on her king size bed, on her knees, stark naked, ankles cuffed to a spreader bar, wrists cuffed to the middle of the bar, was Andie. I dropped my tool bag and said “holy fuck” out loud. “My husband and I used to play a bit like this she said. I hope you’re okay with this”.