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earlier.”
    “Sorry, honey. Been busy. I knew you’d handle everything.”
    For once she wished someone else would be responsible so she
could spend all day drinking. Okay, maybe not drinking. She didn’t react well
to alcohol. But running a construction site wasn’t her dream job. She’d much
rather be putting her degree in English to good use.
    “Listen, honey, I’m sending you a new worker.”
    “What?” she asked, certain she’d misheard.
    “Just met him. Good guy. Plenty of experience. Do your thing
and set him up, will you? Thanks.” Before she could protest, he’d hung up.
    “Goddamn it, Doug,” she groaned. “That’s great. Just great.”
    Sure, if they had some more help they could get the job
completed quicker. Yet they didn’t have another job lined up after this one.
She didn’t want to take on a man only to have to let him go in another month or
so.
    Hopefully this guy wasn’t looking for long-term work. Not
all the men would move on with them. Some were locals they’d hired when they’d
arrived. Three of their crew had been with Grayson & Sons for years, and
Crista worried about how she’d pay their wages once they finished this job.
    Her cell phone beeped. Picking it up, she smiled as she read
the message from her friend Trudy. Crista didn’t know what she’d do without
Trudy. When Crista had been at her lowest, confused and scared after what
Andrew did to her, it was Trudy who’d dragged her back into the real world.
She’d even gone so far as forcing Crista to join a support group.
    Crista had tried to refuse, not wanting to sit around in a
circle and explain that her boyfriend had tied her up and beaten her because
she’d asked him to. She’d soon realized it wasn’t that sort of support group.
For a start, each meeting involved wine or vodka or some powerful punch. And
the women didn’t sit around staring at each other, they lazed, they slumped,
they laughed and ate and drank. And boy, were they dirty.
    All of them had one thing in common—an interest in BDSM.
Some were already active in the lifestyle. Others were just feeling it out.
Some, like Crista, had been abused and were scared to trust someone to dominate
them again. Most of the group were remarkably candid about their situation. A
lot were submissive in the bedroom—some were full-time slaves. There were even
a couple in ménage relationships.
    It had been a relief to find she wasn’t alone, that her
desires weren’t weird. And that she wasn’t the only person to fantasize about
having a man control her in the bedroom.
    And some of the stories she’d heard… Wow. Crista
didn’t realize such things went on outside of fiction. Some of their sexual
encounters made her seem like a nun. The memory of Anna’s threesome story still
made her hot. As did Jody’s story about how her boyfriend made her wear a
vibrating egg the first time she met his family. He, of course, kept hold of
the remote.
    She hadn’t seen the group in ages. Oh, she used to Skype to
participate in the meetings, as many of their members did from all over the
country. But it wasn’t the same as actually being there.
    Coming to work with Doug and her father hadn’t been her
choice. But with her father’s deteriorating health and Doug’s growing reliance
on alcohol, she could do nothing else. Loyalty to her family demanded that she
help out.
    Crista wished Doug would take jobs closer to their hometown,
Sacrifice. She missed her small house. Being around strangers made her anxious.
Only in Sacrifice did she feel truly happy. At home, people accepted her for
who she was.
    Working out-of-state meant they had to hire men she didn’t
know—men who didn’t always like having a woman giving them orders. If only Doug
would spend more time on-site. Instead he was becoming more and more absent.
    Crista chewed her lip as she stood and stepped out of the
trailer. A bright-purple Jeep Cherokee pulled up. A wide-shouldered man in a
tight white t-shirt