I really hadn’t said much during all of this. I guess I didn’t know exactly what to say. I was about to find out how seriousl...y she was taking this opportunity. “Open your mouth”, she ordered. I complied and felt something being forced into my mouth. She quickly fastened the gag behind my head and cinched it tight. I realized that I had just been ring gagged. I could extend my tongue though the opening but could do nothing but mumble. I felt her. “Pretty hard work, when you’re not used to it.” Jennifer stood there, with a clean hand towel in her hand. “Go in the back and wash up, we’re going to go for a little drive. Lillian and Randolph will lock up the cafe.”In the car, I couldn’t stop looking over at her, while she drove. Thinking how much resemblance she had with our mother. Wondering if she thought the same about me If I was like our father.Jennifer brought me back to earth by speaking. “What do you think of the business?”“You have. Then during senior week somebody pulled a prank that got out of control. What was supposed to be a small fire that would make enough smoke to set all the alarms off, melted the trash can and set some cardboard boxes ablaze. That caught something else and the next thing anybody knew the whole room was involved.I was standing with the crowd, watching the firemen do their thing, when I realized I wanted to do that kind of work too.So while Heather completed years two and three of her four year. I slowly walked into the beautifully decorated sitting room to find it empty. The large double doors that led into the bedroom were both wide open giving me a clear view of the bed where Josie and I had spent so many happy times. I could see Claire's husband spread-eagled across one side of it, in his shirt sleeves with his trousers comically bunched around his ankles. His fat gut was over-hanging his huge white boxers as his chest rose and fell rhythmically in time with his loud snoring. In.