" I saw the tear trickling down the side of her cheek. All right, time to stop playing the bastard."Don't worry. Here, grab hold." I reached round her... to fasten my hands together under her armpit on the far side, and took her weight. Nice load to be squeezing against my chest. "Hup we go."But it was not going to be so easy. "Ow!" she gasped as I tried to lift her. The log was too wide and because I was heaving from the side I could not help pulling her sideways. "Oh ow ow... WOAH!" I stop and. . I don't know why I let myself suffer theembarrassment. I don't think I could have even if I wanted to, though. Bethhad a hold on me, even when she wasn't around, I could feel her eyes peeringinto my soul. I knew she was turning me into a girl, but I was helpless, Icouldn't do anything she didn't command me to do.This morning there was a red handkerchief top waiting for me. It tied aroundmy neck with a thin string but had no back and every time the door opened,the gentle breeze made it flap. Luckily for him she headed to the living room. When he was sure she wasn't moving around, he very cautiously went to the back door and then opened and closed it loudly as if he had just come home. Then he turned on the kitchen lights and went directly to the refrigerator and opened it as he usually did every time he came home. Typical teenager, he thought to himself.Just as he closed the fridge door without having taken anything he heard his mother call from the living room, "Bobby, is that. With him a tall blonde, she was Russian, Katerina Petrovna, I knew her from the golf club. She held the hand of her daughter, Helene. Alex visibly went white, if that was at all possible. I heard Alice whimper.“Ardi, my friend, welcome to our little party,” Charles said in greeting.“You have finished with these pieces of shit?” Ardi said.“The lawyers have just done, so yes I’m finished.”“Chain him back up,” Charles commanded.When it was done, Ardi continued.“This filthy pig ****d Katerina’s.