Before I could react he grabbed my arm and I discovered that there were wrist restraints attached to the straps around my thighs.Once he had restraine...d both my wrists I felt him cutting my panties and pantyhose away from my ankles with a knife. He cut my skirt away and then I heard him picking up my blouse and bra and walking away, leaving me helpless and totally exposed.I’m totally focused on every move he’s making, analyzing the sounds and trying to judge his intent. But then, that’s all I. .. look what you have done!'This drew fresh cries from Michael and another stifled laugh from me which wasn't appreciated by the girl who glowered;'Why do you encourage him?'By now Michael had returned to his feet;'But he doesn't need to encourage me Eva... your reaction is all the encouragement I need Ma Cherie.'The fact that these words were spoken in quite possibly the worst French accent ever heard was enough for all three of us to descend into laughter. When we had recovered our senses. The names of all those men and women and their deeds they carried out are all recorded in the Wall for those who remember and to never forget.He found the section where their names had been carved into the Wall and his vision started to mist up. But he wasn’t crying, it was just the blasted weather. Just like last year and the years before that.And even with the tears he still saw their names, and the memories came to him thick and fast, even if the minute details were slightly blurred after. Grandpa looked bewildered. “But,” he stammered. “ It’s ok Grandpa, I know it was Grandma smacking your bottom.” Grandpa blushed. Susie’s mouth dropped open. Marty gawked at his Mother. Zoe said, pointing at the switches, “Grandma even cut these for me to use on you Grandpa.” Again Grandpa blushed, the said quietly, “Well she did ask to spank me and I said no. Then she suggested you spank me Zoe, and I said maybe you do spank your parents but only when they are naughty, not just because you.