.”Ignoring him, she scrubbed angry tears from her face. “Well. If you can’t see that, then I don’t know what else to say.”He stood up and gr...abbed her neck, squeezing just hard enough to let her know he wouldn’t let go. “Ten with a strap for cussing, and then you’ll get your ten with the quirt. I’m going to forgive the slap because I insulted you and I shouldn’t have. Take off your nightgown and bend over the bed, feet apart, toes pointed in.”She stared at him in surprise, and a little fear.. I cannot stop thinking about last night. I cannot even believe that my wife went along with it. Not only did she go along with it, she seems to be enjoying it. I looked over and found my wife still sleeping. I snuck down into the basement to check on my newest toy. I found her still strapped down to the table where I left her, and awake. She began to plea to be let go. Poor Sara, I couldn’t let her go. I did not want to let her go. I was ready to continue our adventure. She would find herself. "What's your poison, Mom?" "Bourbon straight," she replied, wiping the dampness off her forehead. "Aunt Michelle?" "The same only if there is some ice, put in a couple of cubes." "Honey?" he asked his wife. "Nothing! I'm not feeling well," she said.When the two other limos were loaded with their daughters, sons-in-law, and their children. The funeral director pulled out and led the procession out of the cemetery onto Western Avenue.After weeks of discussion, Michelle and Melissa decided to show. "Oh yeah," he muttered, lifting the doll out of the crate by the waist,"oh yeah."Keith was momentarily elated when the darkness lifted again, butimmediately became concerned upon seeing that it was the evil facedmover again. There was something about the look on the man's face thatwas very disquieting. A feeling that was augmented when the man reachedin and lifted Keith out of confinement.Keith couldn't really tell what was going on, what with the unfamiliarsurroundings and limited field of.