Mailbox Masochism
This is not fiction. Every word of it is true! I am a teacher and about 20 years ago, before I got married, I had an interesting summer. Since I had no time schedule, I would nap during the afternoon and then wake up in time for dinner. In the evening, I would write letters and then go out and mail them about 2:00 a.m., then go to bed. I noticed how quiet it was at that time in the morning and wondered about taking some of my private self-bondage outside. [I had been practicing it inside.] Let me describe the way to the mailbox. ...