In an ordinary Midwestern suburb is an ordinary two-bedroom house containing an ordinary couple. One of them has a plate of chicken and green beans and the other is kneeling beside him with his hands tied behind his back, opening his mouth to receive a green bean.
[Well, it certainly isn't hard to think of the one issue that caused Isabella to win the largest number of you-were-right-all-along points off of me. And it's definitely the insight that's going to have all of dath ilan kicking itself the hardest, when we realized how much we missed, and how hard we missed it; and how our own concept of the Light probably caused a huge number of individuals to all shut down something important inside themselves as soon as they started to see it, because it didn't look like they thought something bright should look. But I am not going to try to explain BDSM while this entire conversation is being routed through my mother. Isabella, can we actually take that minute and get a transmission lock on Keeper Derrin now -]