Bound. Part 17

That afternoon I got a more traditional engagement ring. The kind that goes on the third finger, left hand. Quite a rock. It was worth more than all my possession combined, so naturally I just loved it.

I concluded that having access to vast amounts of money had many rewards. But quite frankly, with or without money, I would have taken Jason.

Again that evening I dinned in my colored buff and was getting use to the fact. I can't say that I was totally comfortable with the situation, but it was becoming more and more familiar. Hell, just the leering looks Jason sent my way made it worth adjusting to.

I wondered when he would take the act public so to speak. I knew he would eventually, that was a foregone conclusion. I dreaded and looked forward to it happening, wondering just how it would be done. Where it would happen and under what circumstances.

But thoughts of the future weren't nearly as interesting as current events. Events in the form of good old Johnny again