Kristin left us – Aunt Karen on her knees, me slouched back on the sofa with my legs spread apart and Mom standing off to the side, just as naked as we were – while she hooked her camera up to her computer and started transferring the movie she had just made.
Once that was started, she made an announcement.
"Karen, honey, I'm afraid your good times are over. You'll be spending tonight in your bedroom, alone, like all women should, the night before they lose their virginity. And, to make sure you are suitably eager, we're going to take measures to be sure you don't do anything that might ruin your appetite."
Kristin's measures turned out to be a full set of leather manacles, which she had Mom and I buckle on to Aunt Karen's wrists and ankles and then to the corner posts of the wrought iron bed frame, leaving my aunt naked, spread eagle and helpless.
"We'll order some supper, later on. Until then, we're going to leave you alone to think about tomorrow. Okay?"