As they ate and talked Abi could sense that her husband was uncomfortable and unsure of all of this. She suspected that it wasn't so much the prospect of the sex, but rather the talking about boundaries and such. She reached over to him and took his hand, "I want you to be comfortable too, darling. Some of this is new I suppose for you, but if we talk it out a bit before then we can let ourselves go without all the incessant wondering about our partners." She kissed his hand and turned back to the table. "I remember back when I was younger no one ever talked about sex beforehand and so you never really knew what to expect. That led to surprises which could be fun... or not, depending..." She paused and looked around the table. "I think 'Cinnamon' is a good word, let's adopt that. So..." She was now addressing her husband, but trying not to be too obvious, "... if someone says the word 'Cinnamon' we stop and make sure everyone is ok. It doesn't mean  necessarily you know that someone feels uncomfortable, it might mean that someone might just need to stop for some reason."<br/><br/>Abi took a few more bites of her lasagna and a sip of her wine. "As for my boundaries, well... I don't really have any boundaries. I am open to anything, except violence." She looked over at her husband, "I have born children with this man so penetration is rather a moot point I think and I like various toys. Just no vegetables!" She said that to try to lighten the mood and elicit some laughter. Everyone seemed so serious. "I guess one question is where we go from here. How do we begin? I suppose we could play some kind of a game or something..."<br/><br/>Abi was nervous. Her heart was pounding and she felt a knot in her stomach. Actually the truth was she was scared. She was uncertain of how her husband would react to all of this. She feared that it might just push him over the edge, which meant she was afraid he would just feel left out. He was stiff and he appeared uncomfortable despite his words, which she felt were a little forced. She looked over at Robin for help, then she sighed, "Well, I hope you enjoyed dinner. Do you want desert now or later?" She got up and began clearing the dinner plates from the table. She was so nervous she almost dropped them on her way to the sink. She returned to the table, "Dessert now or later?"