February 23 2016:Tightening the restraints, I looked at the three slaves on the bed in front of me, Kate in the middle with Helen and Tracy to either ...side, all three of them naked and bound to the bed on their backs with black leather straps.They were all looking at me as I tightened the last strap around Helen's ankle, lust and a small amount of fear in their eyes. I could have ordered them to remain still, but having them struggle vainly against the restraints seemed a little more. About five fifteen, I started the charcoal so it would be ready for the steaks by quarter to six. I dragged my table out to the patio along with three good chairs. I set the table and put wineglasses out for a surprise. I had a real good bottle of red wine for steaks. I pulled a bunch of lettuce for salads and got that ready and popped a beer for my reward.At five thirty, I heard Charlie roar in. Five minutes later he was walking over dressed like me in shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. His hair. "I can see that. I can't take the army into a burning city! That would be crazy! He can't stay in a burning city, that would be crazy! Tell everyone to prepare for them to make a sortie! Try to take a few prisoners."There was a ground-rattling boom and everyone looked up. A huge ball of flame, smoke and dust rose over the city. A heartbeat later another and another, then more still, six in all.Denethon stared in shock at the ruin that had once been North Port, a fair holding for any count. Then. “How long has this been going on?” he asked. She looked at Andrew. He looked terrified. “Let Andrew go and we can talk,” she said. George turned to him. “Get your clothes on, young man. I will deal with you later.” Gratefully Andrew got up off the sofa and made his way to the kitchen to find his clothes. He quickly pulled them on and almost ran out of the kitchen. He watched the boy leave and then turned to his wife. “So, let me hear your side of the story,” he said. She explained to him how.