I love you, tenderness mine. I love you.” She hit send, went back to bed and in two minutes was asleep. The next morning she awoke ...to a drowsy feeling of the world being with her, in tune with her, that all the luck in the world was hers. She got up, slipped on a longer tee shirt and headed to the kitchen to make her morning coffee in the French press. She smiled as she was making coffee, thinking of last night’s phone call with Craig. “Damn” she thought “How’d I ever. I stood there for a few seconds, long enough for Fern to grab my hands and pull them back. The next thing I knew my hands were in cuffs behind my back. I started to protest, but Fern slapped me across the face so hard I started to cry."Yes, willow, cry, you little sissy. But before this night is over you'll be crying in both pleasure and pain."Fern took the handcuffs, and pulled me back to a straight backed chair in the corner of our room. She pulled my cuffed hands over the back of the chair. “We just want you to know we still love you whatever your sexuality.”“I’m straight, Dad. Why is that an issue?”“It’s okay, son. We can understand you not wanting to come out while you’re still at school. We’ll keep your secret until you’re ready.”“What, you think I’m gay?”“Your mother and I have known for a long time.”“But what about those girlie magazines in the bottom of my wardrobe?”“We realised they were just for show. We haven’t found where you hide your gay magazines, so we’re thankful. She’s not a shapeless clothes-hanger waif. But, well, to me… her body just seems to be all-in-proportion for her height. She’s got curves, sure, but not too many and they’re in all the right places, if you know what I mean. Especially around the chest area. Okay, I’ll just come out and say it, she has the most epic tits. Epic as in form and beauty, that is, rather than size. They’re not comically massive or cartoonish, yet still big enough on her short frame to be a distraction if you’re trying.