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might think about the little bundle I was carrying. I pointed to the desk in the corner. I was too stunned and in too much pain to move.
     
    Charlie sauntered over to the desk. He had a cocky walk. Something deep down told me Ethan did as well. It might have been something I loved about him. He took a pen out of the top drawer and wrote something down on a loose piece of paper. “If you want to see him, you’ll find him there,” he said and tapped the paper lying on the desk.
     
    He walked back over to me and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll stay out of this, but Ethan is too hard-headed to come himself. Please don’t make the same mistake.” He lifted my chin with the back of his hand. “Take care, sweetie, and if you need anything, I left my number over there too.”
                 
    I watched him walk through the door and couldn’t find the courage to even move for the longest time. Finally, when I knew Deacon would soon be home, I stumbled over to the desk and picked up his note.
     
    The Dungeon, 1211 Paper Mill Drive, 434-8085
     
    What the hell was The Dungeon? Paper Mill Drive was in a semi-decent part of town. Was that were Ethan lived?
     
    “Hey, Tom-boy,” Deacon said as she stormed in the door. “You really need to be off that leg.” She threw the mail on the hall table, headed toward the kitchen, and started knocking something around in the refrigerator.
     
    “Have a good day?” I said over my shoulder as I made my way over to the couch.
     
    “It was a day,” she said and popped opened a can of Coke. “Do you need anything?”
     
    “I’m fine,” I answered as Deacon leaned herself back in the recliner and started munching on potato chips. “Have you ever heard of The Dungeon?”
     
    “Can’t say I have. Sounds like some kind of nightclub.” She flashed a toothy grin at me. “Ready to go dancing already. Sorry to tell you, but no guy wants to carry a girl who can barely dance much less hump home.”
     
    “No.” I rolled my eyes and diverted my face from her. “I just read the name on the internet. I’d never heard of it, and I thought Sarah had dragged me to every club in town.”
     
    “Maybe it’s a new one. You do know you have been out of it for a few days.”
     
    “Just a few,” I said and tucked Charlie’s note in my pocket. I watched her flip through the many channels on the television and collapsed into the couch cushions, deflated from the pain medicine, exhaustion, and most of all, unknown hope.
     
    “I’m taking a bath.” I didn’t need a bath. I needed a clear mind, my smartphone, and a date with Google.
     
    I sank down into a steaming, hot bath, and after adjusting my hip, I picked up my cellphone off the vanity. I typed onto the Google search bar “The Dungeon Knoxville”. A page popped up with the words, The Dungeon written in red and a simple warning. 
     
    Although you will not find anything obscene or pornographic on our webpage, the content is of adult nature and is intended for a mature, tolerant, and informed audience .
     
    A button with the words, Explore at your own pleasure , was placed under the warning. After typing in my birthday, I clicked on the bar and was taking to a website for a BDSM club. The “about us” section was enough to get my head spinning.
     
    The mission of The Dungeon is to provide and maintain a self-sustainable, vision-driven, and ever-upgrading meeting facility and interaction space for those of East Tennessee and beyond with varied alternate relationship preferences and sexual orientations, but linked through the BD/DS/SM (BDSM), Fetish, and Kink lifestyles.
     
    Our facility in central Knoxville provides a 1000 square foot classroom and social space separate from the adjoining 3000 square foot “Gallery”, all of which are clean, safe, heated, cooled, and ADA accessible.
     
    Nobody may enter The Dungeon for a member function unless they are a member in good standing or an official guest of