I'd tell him I was out with friends, spending the night at someone's house, etc. The boys soon became older and badder and I was practically living a ...double life.My mom was completely on my side, understanding that I was a teenager and growing up. This made my dad even more furious, but I didn't care and my mom always found some way to calm him down.Over the years, though still strict, he seems to have given up. He'll sit and tell me what he thinks I should be spending my time doing or suggest. ........ Katie untied her moms ankles first and then one wrist.She then faked untying the other wrist her Mom thought she was completely free but Katie was no fool and just had one ankle free and one wrist free.She let the restraints slack but not untied so helen thinking she was loose suddenly grabbed Katies arm and tried to punch her in the face.She swung her arm at Katie only to find it stopped mid swing still tied up.To Helens horror. Twelve people who love each other and want to be with each other always, forming a single social and economic unit that we’ll call a family. A family we have decided to name Octave. I will become Jacob Hopkins Octave. Rachel Evans Octave will be my wife. So will Nanette Schwartz Octave. And Cynthia Marvel Octave.There are twelve half-steps in an octave of music. Twelve in our family. The Octaves.The girls were all fluttering. I don’t know what else to call it. I guess I was fluttering, too.. I used the flashlight to see between her legs. The lips were full and inviting. Her breasts were so big and full that they hung like melons at her side. The nipples invited my lips to suck them. I felt myself respond to the beautiful woman in front of me. But I remembered my task that I had to do and moved to the dresser. I held my breath as I pulled open the drawer. I took out the first pair I grabbed, labeled it and put it in my bag. I thought of the other guy doing the same thing I was doing.