’ ‘What? No. I… What’s wrong with him?’ A hand wrapped itself around Neil’s heart, at the look on Mrs Cutler’s face, and squeezed hard. ...‘He has a rare form of narcolepsy. Do you know what that is?’ ‘Um… not really. It’s when you keep falling asleep isn’t it?’ ‘Kind of. I told you it was a rare form. He has… attacks. Sometime they come every week, sometimes not for years. When his father died it was bad, really bad. I thought I was going to lose him.’ ‘L…lose him? Is it that bad? Why didn’t he. Knowing full well how bad Melinda must be feeling right now. "Did you call my mother already?" No, not yet." Let me do it," Sandra said. She opened the front compartment of her schoolbag and got her phone out of it. After pushing some buttons on it, she held it against her ear."Mum, it's me! ... Yes ... No, she didn't ... Yes, that's why I called ... great! Thanks, Mum! ... Oh, mum! ... We will be a bit late ... No, not too much ... Okay, see ya!"Sandra put her phone back in her bag and said to. I had stopped using the belt on her because I didn't want my Dad to see the marks again. If he asked my grandfather about using the belt on his daughter I didn't want Grandpa Jack to say that he only used his hand. Then my father would be quizzing his slut wife on who was actually spanking her. The last thing either of us needed is my father finding out that his son was spanking and fucking his mother."Did Dad ever watch you get a spanking Mother?"Her eyes opened wide with surprise. When her. He was gagged with a ball gag and his wrists and ankles were tied with plastic cable ties. Horsey was not going anywhere when he finally came to his senses, so Bill drove calmly and with confidence to the site of his retribution. By this time, Horsey had regained consciousness and was trying to break loose from his bonds. However, Horsey quailed in terror when Bill opened the door and Horsey saw who his captor was.Horsey was dragged none too gently to the torture site. Bill cut away Horsey's.