A large spool of red satin ribbon. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I grab it as my aunt comes around the corner in her red plaid pajamas. “You’re looking for ribbon to wrap presents?” Not exactly. However, I didn’t expect to see her so it takes me a beat before I say a confident, “Yes.” But in that pause, she busts me, her lips curving into a grin. “I hope you have scissors, then, and a…fun word to use just in case anything gets to be a little too much,” she says, handing me a pair of scissors. Are you kidding me? My aunt is giving me advice on light bondage?
