It was one of the things East Coast had done the day of and a day after the threats.A gate was installed forty feet down our driveway, with a guard sh...ack to keep the person from the RRT who assigned there warm and out of the wind. Everyone who came to our driveway was challenged. From sun up to sun down, two men were in the shack and one at night. Cameras and sensors watched the complete property and everything was monitored in the command center as part of the EIT duty.After pleasantries, I. It was either that, or watch her half naked mother play with herself--to her left, or stare at her dad's asshole in front of her. Martha smiled wickedly as she said, "If you don't, I'm going to punish you severely. Trust me you won't want a punishment," Martha let that sink in before clarifying, "It doesn't have to necessarily involve only you, or even you at all for that matter." There is nothing you can threaten me with to make me do such a thing," Renee replied confidently."You'll be. Did I see disappointment cross her face? She said nothing.“Well?” I asked quite gently, “What are you going to do?”She flinched. “Er, I – I don’t know...”“Have you eaten?” I asked. She relaxed, the tension draining out of her.“No.”“Would you like to go for a meal? I promise not to mention ... that topic.” I smiled. She smiled.“Yes, I’d like that.”“Well,” I said, “I booked a table at Orchards for seven. I don’t mean people – seven o’clock. I was going to eat there regardless, though I would have. Now Im sure youre wondering exactly where I am in this story, and that is a good question. In this story, at this very moment, I am sitting at the foot of my mothers bed. More specifically Im sitting naked at the foot of my mothers bed, staring into her mirror. You see, up until a few moments before the start of this story I was indeed your run of the mill thirteen year old, that is to say as run of the mill as you can be while going through puberty. This day was a normal day up until this.