I’m back, baby girl, and I’m not going anywhere, but neither is your mother. Or Mom, for that matter. Or any of the others with us in this house n...ow. I’m surprised that Tracy and you used the guest bathroom, though, for your shower,” I noted my curiosity about that.“Oh, that ... that’s become a thing because I can’t officially move into the master bedroom with Mama, according to her. Something to do with how we can’t become known as a couple, even though we are one. Incest laws and all that. He began to order bits of clothing online and had them sent to a friend'shouse saying they were presents for his mother. The clothing was hardlyappropriate for a thirteen year old, a corset, a leather mini skirt,leather basque and satin bomber jacket, all in bright pink. He began towear a waist cincher and with the action of the hormones and therestriction at his waist he began to develop an hour glass figure. Hislittle boobs were growing as well and he knew he had to hide it all fromhis. I strain and flex my muscles, testing the bonds and the resilience of the sailors again. Since I stand just shy of six feet with muscles made iron by years of hunting and playing in the wilds, I almost break free but before I could do so a hard pain envelops my skull. The thick mane of golden locks cushions the blow, but I am still dazed as my bare feet are dragging along the rough planks.I am tossed into a dark cell, the porthole letting in just a single shaft of light and quickly chained to a. He needed help and he got it. Kennedy suggested a dog and he got one. What has begun to happen there is odd, but it is not something he has to worry too much about because Judy is finally dropping her walls. She is the girl of his dreams even if he is practically twice her age. Because of her he hasn’t thought much about those strange interactions with Sandy.Alan hasn’t really been home too much, except in the evenings. He has been throwing as much time as he can into work just to be closer to.