by Brian Flaherty

If I had my way, the only place Kink and Law would intersect would be in the playroom, and then only after some negotiation. I mean… who doesn’t appreciate a good private-interrogation, salacious-arrest or barter-for-prison-privileges scene? I picture a leather-clad cop, reflective sunglasses, meticulously strapped with an oversized… but I digress.