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painful enough to accept their little girl
was all grown up and not so little or innocent any more, but to know her life
was lacking made it worse.
    "Dad?"
    He
bit his lip. To hear Seonagh call them dad was little short of miraculous. At
one time she'd been determined he and Edan would be her fathers, and she'd call
them by their given names. The title 'dad' was to be reserved for her mum's new
husband, James. Which he and Edan thought was only right and proper. However
since the birth of her little brother Gordon, she'd called all three of them
dad with all their blessings. It hadn't seemed to faze young Gordon. He called
them all Daddy , and added their names to the title.
    Athol
often thought James was some man to accept his son calling two other people
daddy as well, but James assured him it was no biggy. "It's just a
handle."
    "Dads,
what do you say? Either of you. I'm getting worried
here. Tetchy and twitching."
    Seonagh's
question dragged his thoughts back to the present.
    Dommissimma? Okay he and Edan rarely played
there anymore, even though they still acted as dungeon masters, or took a class
if Linsey, the co-owner asked them. It was a bit close to home. He looked at
Edan for help.
    "What
exactly do you want to do?" Edan asked her.
    "That's
just it, I don’t know," Seonagh said. "I wondered about one of the
introduction nights, where you see a little bit of everything."
    "No,"
Athol said, as Edan shook his head. "They're fine as a general idea, but I
reckon you need more than that. I wonder?" He glanced at Edan.
"Claudio?"
    "Who?"
    "Claudio
Martakis. Greek dad, Italian mum, born in Glasgow. He's a great tutor." And an out and out sadist who'll scare the pants
onto you, not off you. With luck. It wasn't that
he didn't want Seonagh to explore her wants and needs, far from it. But he
wanted her to be totally sure of what she did want. Claudio and his ideals
would hopefully show her that a lot of BDSM wasn't for her. The thought of
their daughter at Claudio's mercy and enjoying it was too scary to contemplate.
However, he was uneasily aware if she did take to it like a duck to water or
whatever, he'd have to suck it up.
    "You sure?" Edan asked, and then he grinned.
"Ah, yes, I see. Good idea."
    "Why
am I worried?" Seonagh asked them. "As in all of a sudden you've
changed your tune."
    "Not
at all hon, we just want to make sure we suggest the right person for the job.
Okay, I was gobsmacked, you'd never even hinted before."
    Now
she felt five.
    "Yeah,
well I wanted to be sure it was what I want." Gah eloquence thy
name is not Seonagh. "Okay, I'm still not sure what exactly I feel is
missing but I've got to start somewhere."
    "Exactly. I so agree. If you insist on
finding your true self we'd be failing as parents in not making sure you do it
in the best way possible."
    His
expression was oh so innocent. Seonagh smelled a rat. A very
large rodent. She made a mental note to Google the guy.
    "Claudio
Martakis? I've never heard you mention him."
    "He's
not been around for very long, just a few months, but he is one of the best.
And how often do we talk about the club to you?'
      True enough, but I still have an itch between
my shoulder blades.
    "Then
I want to meet him somewhere neutral first." Seonagh watched their faces
become blank with shock. So they were up to something.
    "And,"
she said emphatically. "You two are going to be there as well."

 
    Chapter Two
     
    "You what?" Claudio tucked his t-shirt into
his black denim jeans and looked up at the two men standing in front of if him.
"You know what I am, right?"
    Athol
nodded. "That's why you'd be perfect to show her the ropes."
    "Literally?" Claudio picked up a new, still
in its wrapping Shibari rope and tossed it from side to side. "With a side order of scribing?"
    Edan
shrugged. "We don't know if she knows what she wants, but we reckon
to…"
    "Throw
her into the deep end? Sink or swim?"
    Athol
nodded. "Yeah."
    Claudio
ran through his commitments in his head. Athol