It has been a ritual since I have been old enough to take care of myself for both my parents to join other friends of theirs at one or other of their ...houses for, what I can only call, a binge. It has also become a ritual that at around two am on a Sunday morning for both of them to stumble through the front door giggling like a couple of drunk teenagers. I gave up long ago trying to shame them into behaving like normal parents, whatever that means; how they ever get from the taxi that puts them. Were they becoming addicted to the strange tensions associated with living on the edge? They drove the four hours to the Evenrude Institute on the Saturday morning. It was mid August, they arrived just before noon. Clem was wearing new camp councilor clothing purchase last night. Sarah had supervised the purchases which included a very preppy plaid necktie. Sarah, anyone who sees this tie on me will see your name written right across my chest. Remember, if anyone laughs at me, this is your. She immediatly strained against them, her writs giving only about a foot before the chains were taught. The fear was in her throat, whatever trance the Demoness Ardat Lili had her in was washed away. She screamed, and instantly was met with a rough slap against the face, a demon standing behind the bed to her right hovered over her, threatening to do it again. She closed her mouth and shut her eyes tight. The demon left the room, and she opened her eyes and looked around. The thick iron cuffs. She noticed a healthy bulge in his pants.He squirmed a bit and readjusted himself. She noted the time and said it's almost time for the bell. here do you go from her? he stammered a bit and she said I am free for a while, wanna stop for a bite?He said yes and they left and went to an off campus bar for a burger. Jen got herself a captain and coke and asked if he wanted one too. He said he wasn't old enough to drink. She said oh my i would have assumed you were at least 25. He grinned and showed.