In Room B. B for Barry. She silently complimented herself for her genius and went into the room. The room was fairly small, obviously not the main st...orage room for a market this size. And it was dimly lit. A single window high above her let in a faint drizzle of light, dulled by a window shade. The result was a dim greenish glow that bathed the stacks of crates and the empty desk. It was warm too, she was glad that she had lost the coat, already a thin sheen of sweat was forming on her. Not just because he’s a slave to his testosterone and his mommy complex (yeah, Freud’s bullshit; sue me), but because if he escapes he’s alone in a town a fair distance from home and a hell of a lot of explaining to do. No, even if I push him too far he’s mine so long as he’s sure he’s getting home before his folks miss him. That thought brings a grin to my face.I lie on the bed for a few more minutes, running hands over arms and thighs, pondering my next move. I release the cuffs on Jimmy’s. She must have been just graduated from high school because she didn’t seem that old. Her name was Christy and we got along fine. She stayed forty-five minutes we talked the whole time and it seemed too soon, she had to leave. The next time we off for the week and that Saturday mom informed me that again I was going to get a visitor. I really had for gotten about her stopping by and to make maters worse mom must have given her a key for the week because I didn’t here her walk in and she caught. As soon as the house work was done and our afternoon dinner was over with, I went up to my room and started programing everything into my computer that I had to program in, and then checking everything out to see if it worked or not, then I went in to the spare room that was in the house where dad usually spent most of his time in, when he was home, what little he was home, and set cams around out of sight but where I could watch from my room, to see and hear everything he did in there, then.