When my new neighbors moved in across the street, I didn’t think much about who they were or what they might be like.

I have plenty of friends in my social circle; I wasn’t looking for more, and I’m not a snooper by nature. But as I watched the movers carry in their various items of furniture, I felt myself grow a little hot. Not only under the collar, but everywhere. They were bringing in sex gear! There was no doubt about it. Yes, there was a bed, a rocking chair, a sofa, and the rest of the normal flotsam and jetsam of a household. But could there be any other use for that unwieldy piece of equipment than a rack? And wasn’t that last item a spanking horse?

I had been reading on my front porch. Now, I was merely pretending to read as I clocked every single item that was carried out of the... Read More