It wasn't cold. Like I said before, the temperature was constant and it was warm enough so maybe no one needed clothes.What I was feeling was pissed. ...In front of me, standing over my face, was Harry. Stark fucking naked. Oops, sorry. But he was, naked, I mean. I don't mean I was pissed about being tied down. Wasn't the first time for me, and sometimes I get off on it. But being tied down without being asked, that's another freaking story entirely. And Harry naked with a hard-on? Oh,. My motherproposed that since it was almost summer and I won't have to attendclasses soon, I should do the house work. There was no option to say nosince that would mean they would make those pictures of me in the banglespublic.Next morning I woke up and was introduced to my chores for the day. Therewere too many things to do so I started working. The housemaid wasn'tcoming to work since 7 days already so there was a whole pile of clothesthat included almost all of my clothes.After washing the. The Alarm! I scrabbled for my machine and found a four digit code number. The control box was by the front door, and I keyed in the number. The beep stopped. I did not understand the word 'Sweden' written underneath the box.The phone rang. I picked it up. "Yes?" Code word please." Sorry, who are you?" The alarm company. Please give the code word." Sweden?" Thank you. Have you had any problems?" I've just bought the house. I'm moving in." Mr Allan Jonsson?" Er, yes. What you should know is that. This isn't some science fiction story about some dog that rapes and knocks up women. No sir! I'm the one who knocks them up. My dog Spike just points the right ones out to me, so to speak. Heck! Spike couldn't fuck puppies into a bitch. He's fixed, you see. I got him at the animal shelter. They're the ones who insisted he be neutered before I "adopted" him. Well, I got him for his nose and neutering him didn't hurt that any.By now I'm sure you think I'm a complete bastard and you'd be right..