Her mother used cordsto tie her in this position, to hold her down for her beating. When she wastightly tied, her dad came to the bedside. ?You've bee...n bad. It's time to get you back on the right track.? That waswhen the sound came, the belt sliding through the loops, the sharp hissinglike and angry snake, the hard leather eager to mark her young body. She turnedher head and could see his crotch, the bulge of his excitement at whippingher, her mother's happy face, liking him doing this to. Can I get you a whisky?” “My love I’m so sorry to be neglecting you and working as I am. A scotch would be lovely – shall we each have one in bed?” Her heart lifted, perhaps she was wrong, perhaps tonight…..? He went into the bathroom as she poured their drinks. Hurrying to her drawer she rapidly donned her special nightie for him and slipped into bed, her drink in her hand. He came to her wearing his sleeping shorts, took his drink and they sat side by side. The silence was devastating.. As it grew in her hand, again the swirling colours disappeared in his brain to be replaced this time by his first sexual conquest. Her name was Annabelle, a friend of his sisters, while he was watching TV late one night, she had come in with Vicky, both of them very drunk. She plonked herself down on his lap and started to kiss him, much to his sister's amusement."Leave him alone," she said giggling, "you don't know where he's been." Taken advantage of the situation, his hands became full of. I was a definite aberration in that regard. All of us who were alive attended, of course. Jerry Ford was there, the oldest of us, along with Jimmy Carter, Bush 41 and Bill Clinton. It was pretty much the same bunch that had been present for Bush 43’s state funeral, and if anything, this was even bigger. I made an appropriate speech, as did most of the others. After it was over, however, we went back to the blood sport that was the 2004 election.The Democratic Convention was about a month before.