"Thanks, everybody," said Anthony. "With all your help, this move can be over before noon. Let's load the truck!" He gestured Jenny aside. "I have some boxes upstairs I'd like to drive over separately. Help me pack the car?" "Sure thing," she said. They loaded up the boxes over an hour. "What are these things?" she asked.

"Just some hobby gear," he said. "You know."

They drove them to the new house before the moving van was half full. "Let's get these in," he said. He led her through the side door into the basement. "Right through here," he said, opening a heavy door in the far wall.

She stepped in. Dim lights revealed manacles on the wall, more hanging on chains from the ceiling, solid-looking rings bolted here and there, and coiled rope in the corner. She put down her box. "Okay, let's get this done."

"I was hoping you'd stay awhile," he said. She turned. He was a silhouette filling the doorway, rope in his gloved hands.

"Not my thing," she said.

"Oh." He straightened. "Sorry, I got that totally wrong." He hung up the rope. "Let's get the rest of this in, then."

"Sure thing," she said.