Dad told me to go downstairs and wait for him to shout me, so i did as i was told and waited downstairs. I spent my time thinkin about what my life wo...uld be like from now, what else was gonna happen tonight, i sat with a smile on my face happy thoughts until i was snapped back to reality by my dad shouting me to come back upstairs. I walked through my bedroom door i couldnt beleive my eyes it was beautiful all pink wallpaper with a flowered border and then i seen what he had in the other bag my. The place was eerily quiet. Something didn't feel right, but he decided to shred some papers and then take out several boxes of folders from his desk. Later he'd have to dismantle his computer and load it into his car as well.As he re-entered the house, that eerie feeling returned. Weird. He decided to go upstairs to see if anything was wrong. As he climbed the stairs he noticed the sound of a hairdryer coming from the Master bedroom. That figures. It's nearly noon and that lazy bitch probably. Something wasn’t quite right and I felt I needed to get to the bottom of it, although I had my suspicions.“What’s up? Why are you being so standoffish?” I asked while looking her up and down. “Why aren’t you close to me like normal? And why no kiss?”“I don’t know, Jackie. I thought you might still be a little upset with me.”“Why? You were disobedient and were punished for it. So why should I still be upset. Unless there is something I don’t know about. You’ve still got that dildo in your pussy. I tried to meet his gaze, but I could not sustain eye contact with him without blushing. I grew flustered, which I rarely do, and felt as if I were a schoolgirl in San Francisco again. It was not a pleasant sensation to me at all. I have grown used to being the object of men’s stares, and using men to my advantage, but Mr. Earp seems a different kind of man to me, one I am unfamiliar with.” # # # “I saw Mr. Earp again on Friday night last, at the Bird Cage. He has a gambling table there that.