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to take the next step with him. Maybe I should find someone who was less dominant than the biker was. I can understand why Dec is drawn to the BDSM way of life. He needs to control and is a little O.C.D. Sometimes, I would watch him when he had his back to me and occasionally, I would observe the small tic in his jaw twitching when someone didn’t put an object back in the way they had found it. It was these little traits of his, which I found endearing. Yet, I’m sure if I was to live with the man, I just might end up murdering him.
    “Here’s your bag. When you’re ready to come downstairs, give me a shout. I’ll be in the room next door.”
    About to remove the bag from his hand, I stopped in mid movement, my eyes rising up to his. Room next door. What did he mean by that?
    “You can join the others Dec, I don’t need you to show me the way.”
    “Ivy, I need to freshen up after the bike ride. And besides, you don’t expect me to leave you with my Pa on your own do you.”
    Frantic thoughts were going round my head.
    “Exactly what do you mean Dec?”
    “That I’ll be sleeping in the room next to you Ivy. Unless, you invite me into your bed that is.”
    I refuse to panic. So Dec has decided to sleep here, I can cope with that. It wasn’t a problem, or so I kept telling myself after Dec had left the bedroom, whistling a little ditty as he closed the door. Not wanting to remain upstairs for longer than I had too, especially with Dec just next door, I quickly washed my hands and face and knocked on his bedroom door.
    “Come in Ivy.”
    With a shake of my head, I entered the room, and took in the décor.
    “It might not have been me at the door Dec.”
    “Sure it was Ivy. If anyone had come up the stairs I would have heard them.”
    It was then that I spotted Dec coming out of the bathroom and a strange sensation went through me as comprehension dawned on me.
    “Dec is that the same bathroom as the one I use.”
    “Yep.”
    Dec’s nonchalant answer makes me realize he is expecting a battle over the shared facilities. With a self-satisfied smile at Dec, I disregard the implications of sharing the bathroom, and with a light nod of my head, I simply change the subject.
    “Was this yours and Tabby’s room when you lived here.”
    As I scrutinize the room, I notice little change in the twenty or so years since the biker’s had left home. Like the room, I was using, this room has twin beds, yet instead of lemon walls, the ones in here are painted cream and brown, and the beds have matching green bed sets. Pushed against one of the walls is a bookcase, jammed packed with books on motorcycles and other boys' stuff. The beds were small, and imagining Dec’s large frame in one of the beds, brought me a bout of giggles. As Dec follows my gaze with his, his laughter joins mine as he walked over to the beds and began to push them together. Another deep laughter joined Dec’s, and I turned to find Tabby standing behind me.
    “Shit, did we really fit in those beds?”
    “A while back, yeah. What can I do for you Tabby?”
    “Ma was wondering where you two were. So I told her, I‘d come and fetch you both. Welcome back Ivy.”
    Tabby and Dec are twins, yet in all the years I’ve known them, I’ve never found myself attracted or drawn to Tabby in the way I am to Dec. With Dec, there’s an uncontrolled element about him. Something, which was crying out to be tamed. Was I game enough to take this challenge on? Or would it leave me a broken shell of my former self. Was I willing to give up my control to Dec?
    As Tabby was talking, Dec had come up behind me, and placed his hand on my hip, with a gentle squeeze, he guided me towards the door.
    In the living room, I’m met by Bridgett, Dec’s sister, and her husband Iain. Sat in a comfy chair, which is placed in front of a television, with the sound turned down, was an elderly gentleman, whom I took to be William Gallagher. In his day, he would have been a fine