April 3, 2000

Two minds like Carol's and mine left alone, together, well, no telling what they'll come up with. Carol and I developed into a healthy space, a necessary space, a little devious, maybe twisted, lots of fun. She was quite the romantic, though she swore up and down she didn't love me. Combine this with a strong sexual appetite that called for ingenuity and imagination from a lover.

That fascination with bondage, not sure whose interest that was initially. Together we got kind of crazy.

I think that all bondage stuff is a Catholic thing, really I do. Carol identified bondage with an interest in the crucifixion. She had this thing about Jesus that we won't go into right now. I trace my early interest with rope to the cub scouts, highlighted by me and my fellow cubs, earnestly working on our merit badges, tying a very cooperative den mother's daughter to the breakfast table. Her father's violent reaction to seeing young Donna tied up like that scared the wits out of the other guys, but made me think that maybe we were on to something fun.