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Absolutely not. My men would have
a fit. Even though most of the people in the shelter are down on
their luck, there are a few of them who are drug users and can get
pretty desperate at times.”
    Brad took out one of the boxes and followed his
sister into the back door of the shelter into the kitchen.
    The older gentleman that ran the kitchen was happy
to see Alesha and get her cookies. She introduced Mr. Jones to him
and he shook hands with the man that had nothing but praise about
Alesha.
    Soon he and his sister were back in the car and
headed three streets over to the women’s shelter. That place
appeared less threatening to his sisters safety as the men’s
shelter, but he still cautioned her about being their without an
escort.
    Inside they received the same reception from the
kitchen head, Ms. Carlson, as they’d gotten blocks away. The only
difference was that Alesha promised to be back at the beginning of
the year to do a baking session with some of the ladies and help
organize the clothing closet.
    “ Where to now?” Brad drove away
from the building.
    “ Back onto the interstate headed
south and get off on the third exit.”
    Brad followed his sister’s direction and soon they
pulled up before an antique gold building with the window mirrored
so no one could see inside. The sign above it read Leathered
Dragonz. Feeling a sense of foreboding, he got out of the car and
rounded it to open the door for his sister.
    “ Where are we, Alesha?”
    “ Leathered Dragonz.” She gave him
a cheeky smile as she moved toward the door.
    “ You know what I mean.” He
clenched his jaw. Little sisters could be so
exasperating.
    “ Come in, I ordered my Master’s a
customized Wabbit Whacker.”
    “ What in the hell is a—” His
speech feel away as they entered the shop and he saw all the
leather whips, paddles, cuffs and a lot of other things he couldn’t
name. One thing he was sure of was that all the items in the place
were used for people in the BDSM community.
    “ Butterfly!” A tall white man
wearing a red and white stripped leather cowboy hat came from
around the counter and greeted Alesha.
    “ Dom K, it is great to see you.”
Alesha gave the man a hug. “You were not here when I placed my
order.”
    Ending the hug, the man stepped back some. “Sorry.
My father was ill and I went home for a few days to see about
him.”
    “ Hope he is better,” Alesha
commented.
    “ Much. So, who’s this guy with
you? I hope your Masters know about him.”
    Alesha laughed. “They do. This is one of my
brothers. Brad this is Dom K, the greatest leather equipment maker
in North Carolina.”
    “ And South Carolina.” The man
added as he held his hand out to him.
    “ Nice to meet you.” Brad received
the man’s firm grasp. “You do all this?”
    “ Most of it. I have a staff of
three that are a great help. However, I handle all the custom-made
items.” Dom K grinned with pride as he turned to the thin man
standing behind the counter. “Dancer, get me the black and gold box
on my work desk.”
    Brad watched as the man gave a small bow and hustled
away through the thick black curtains behind the counter.
    “ So, how long have you been into
making BDSM equipment?”
    “ Well, really I’m in the Leather
Community, but for the most part there’s enough crossover that I
can dip in both worlds.”
    “ My brother is vanilla. Masters
and I took him to Strong Blends a few nights ago and I think it may
have been a bit much for him.” Leaning closer to the man Alesha
gave a stage whisper. “He lost his shirt.”
    A loud uproarious laughter belted out of the shop
owners mouth. “You don’t say. Hmm, interested, I would have liked
to see that.” Dom K looked him from head to toe.
    Brad lived to close to DC not to
understand when a man was giving him the eye. “I’m a straight vanilla .”
    Dom K shrugged. “Everyone is, big man, until
something inside of them yearns for something more. So, if you ever
decided you