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askin’,” he replied.
    “Did Wentworth have a history of bisexual
activity?” I asked.
    “Not that we’re aware of.” He shrugged. “Just
coverin’ the angles.”
    “Your killer is a woman,” Felicity stated
with unshakeable determination.
    “So she’s prob’ly a hooker then.” Ben wasn’t
asking, he was telling.
    “Actually, she may be a professional
dominatrix,” she replied.
    “Yeah, okay, and the difference is?”
    “Professional domination is just that, Ben.
Domination. It’s not prostitution.”
    “Tell that to a judge.”
    She reached out and tapped the photos. “It
looks as if someone already did.”
    “Yeah, right,” he returned. “So what makes
ya’ think she’s a pro dominatrix?”
    “Because I’m no stranger to the scene.”
    “The scene?”
    “Yes,” she said with a nod again. “Fem
Dom.”
    Ben began shaking his head and waving his
hands vigorously as he spoke, “Awwww, Jeez, I already told ya’ I
don’t wanna know what you two do when…”
    “Whoa… Hold up.” I cut him off then added,
“This isn’t a ‘you two’ thing.”
    My stint of neutrality had been immediately
ended by her comment as my curiosity piqued. Now I was going to get
into the middle of things. I looked over at my wife. “So, do you
think you might want to expand on that a bit?”
    “Not much to tell really,” she said with a
shrug. “Quite awhile before I met you, I dated a guy for a couple
of years who was heavily into submissive role play. I used to
dominate him all the time.”
    “Really,” I replied, surprised but not really
shocked. “You never mentioned that before.”
    “It never came up,” she said, shaking her
head. “Does it bother you?”
    “No. Just a little surprised, that’s all… Of
course, given your personality I guess I shouldn’t be.”
    “Aye. I do have a dominant personality. And I
must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed playing the role.”
    Ben groaned as if he had just been struck
square between the eyes and reached up to massage the bridge of his
nose. He started to speak, hesitated, then shook his head and
groaned again. It was obvious that a question was rattling inside
his head, and a large part of him wanted it to remain unspoken.
    “What is it, Ben?” Felicity asked.
    Her prompting fueled his curiosity, and the
words came tumbling out before he could stop them. “So you’re
actually sayin’ you’re into like whips ‘n chains and all that?”
    “Whips, every now and then,” she replied.
“Actually, it was a leather flogger and a belt. Chains, not so
much. Quite a bit of bondage, superior attitude, some verbal
humiliation… But, his real turn on was trampling.”
    “What’s a trampoline got ta’ do with it?” he
asked with a puzzled shake of his head.
    “Not a trampoline,” she replied.
“Trample- ing . He got off from
me walking on him in high heels.”
    “ Awww, Jeezus…” My friend held up his
hands again. “Stop. I don’t wanna hear any more.”
    “Why?” Felicity pressed. “Are you getting turned on?”
    “Do what?” he spat, staring back at her with
an incredulous gaze.
    “Well, you put on a good front, Ben, but deep
down I think you would probably enjoy submitting to a woman.” She
stated the observation without apology.
    “Excuse me?” he almost yelped.
    “And, you do have a thing for women’s legs,”
she continued. “You’ve said so yourself. Bob did too, so it stands
to reason that you might very well have the same kind of kink that
he had.”
    Felicity was obviously taking more than just
a bit of pleasure from his discomfort. In fact, there was a
recognizable glint in her eye that told me she might even be
getting turned on again. However, I wasn’t entirely sure if it was
sexual arousal or merely giddiness over antagonizing Ben.
Considering what had happened earlier, if it weren’t for the fact
that I’d seen them interact this way before, I would have been
worried. However, they had a tendency to pick at one