Annie had always been proud of her mixed Asian-Pacific heritage.  For a time, she loved telling stories of her family history.  That was, until Mr. Hu arrived. Ironically, for the first three months, he seemed to be a kindred spirit, engrossed in her stories and hungrily curious.  It was when they started talking about college, that he said that he recognized her--from photos of time she had tried to leave well behind her. For two decades she had suppressed her desire for BDSM, but this horrible man had managed to find photos that she told should have been destroyed. Now she was at this man's mercy- caught between possibly having her secret revealed to everyone in her life and a part of her that craved his masochism.