Greedy
It was just a little mistake. I had just gotten a little greedy. Who doesn’t once and a while? But the price I had had to pay for it hardly seemed fair. But I couldn’t really blame anyone but myself. I was down on all fours at the foot of my husband’s bed. An H-shaped steel frame held me with my forearms against the smooth carpet. Leather cuffs were locked to the frame at my wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles; so I wasn’t going anywhere. ...