He’ll be here soon. My boy will be walking through that door any minute, and it’s time to declare exactly what my intentions are for the evening the second he executes his protocol. I walk over to the cabinet where I house his collars. On one side are the more decorative, daily chains—heavy enough to remind him who he belongs to, but better suited for a casual afternoon than a deep dive. In the center hang the collars saved for a more deliberate purpose. There’s the heavy, we