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to learn about being a sub, explaining to me why she was doing everything, I graduated into being a novice Dom, and under her tutelage, had my first subs. It made us especially close, those months after Maureen and I separated and I began to explore the world of BDSM. She felt a certain ownership of me as a result, and I felt very indebted to her. She took me when I was broken and fucked up, and fixed me. Put me on the right path, and helped me learn who and what I was.
    Because of that history, she couldn’t help but interfere. If it had been anyone else, I would have not-so-politely told them to fuck off, but it was Lara. Allie was a favorite of Lara’s because she was studying to be a lawyer. I knew she’d have received an earful from Allie about our breakup.
    We sat in silence for a moment, the atmosphere chilly between us. I felt her disapproval from across the table.
    "So you want me to find you someone new."
    I nodded, glad she decided to move on and not belabor things.
    "Experienced or novice?"
    "A novice. I don't want to get anyone with bad habits or expectations I can't meet. I'd rather mold their expectations."
    She raised her eyebrows at that. "Isn't it better to find someone who already knows what they want? You might get someone who needs more than you want to give. Like Allie."
    The waitress came and brought my order – tomato soup and a toasted BLT. I waited for her to leave and then shook my head.
    "If I do, I'll move on."
    "Just like that?  You'll move on."
    "Yes. I like exploring with a new sub. I want someone pretty vanilla but with a need for domination. Someone into power exchange, but not pain. You know what I like."
    “Yes, I do.” Lara sat back in her chair and watched me dig in to my BLT. "I may have someone for you. Two students I met during a seminar I gave on finding a Dom. Neither of them are very extreme and have no real desire for pain, but both expect to be spanked, hair pulled, and one likes hot wax."
    I considered. "Send me links to their photos and profiles on FetLife."
     
    After my last surgery of the day was finished and I'd done rounds to check on how my patients were doing, I went directly to the health club a few blocks from the hospital, where I worked out several times a week.
    While in the locker room, I saw Ethan McDermott, Justice of the Supreme Court of New York, and my father's oldest and best friend from Vietnam. After I finished tying my shoes, I went to where he sat with another man.
    "Judge McDermott," I said, wanting to show him deference, despite being very familiar with him. "How are you?"
    He turned to me and a wide smile broke out on his face.
    "Well, young man, how are you?" He stood and held out a hand and we shook. He was shorter than me, greying with heavy jowls and bright blue eyes. He turned to the other man, who looked to be in his fifties as well. "George, this is Drake Morgan – Doctor Morgan, the son of my old buddy in the Marines. His dad and I were in 'Nam together at the tail end of the war. Drake, this is Justice George Smart, one of my colleagues."
    A round of handshakes took place and then Ethan turned to me, eyeing me carefully.
    "What have you been up to since I last saw you? Been keeping busy with surgery? Teaching any classes?"
    I nodded. "Robotic surgery," I said. "I'm keeping out of trouble. How's everything with you? Your family doing well, I hope?"
    "Just fine. Elaine is planning our vacation over Thanksgiving. I'm busy with campaign business, as you can imagine."
    "Where are you going over Thanksgiving? I'm presenting a paper in the Bahamas at a convention."
    "Elaine wants something tropical."
    "The Bahamas are great. Keep it in mind. And how's Heath?"
    Ethan's only son, Heath was a lawyer like his father, but specialized in corporate law. Rather quiet instead of outgoing like Ethan, but obviously on the same career path. "Heath's doing well. Been busy in Haiti on and off. Reconstruction work. That sort of thing."
    "How's Katherine?" I