"Oh, it's no trouble. I'll come with you."

"Well, uh, okay." Josie leads you through the house to the garage. She opens the door and you follow her in.

The garage is quite a sight. There's a small workbench where a few tools are stored, and a few boxes stacked in the corner. The rest of the 3-car garage is devoted to an incredibly well-stocked BDSM dungeon. There are a variety of pieces of bondage funiture -- a St. Andrew's Cross, a metal frame for holding someone bent over doggy style, a few that you can't even identify. There are chains hanging from the ceiling. An entire wall is devoted to a neatly hung array of toys -- whips, floggers, canes, paddles, a couple of strap-on harnesses, and more.

While you're taking everything in, Josie walks over to the workbench and gets the hedge trimmers. "Here you go," she says as she hans them to you.

She looks at you with a smile and winks. "Anything else?"