More shocked than the first time I slapped her face, or the first time I slapped her with the whip in fact, she couldn't handle the tenderness, it sca...red her, I knew that, it was entirely different to how I treated her before and deliberately so."The bedroom is through here," I explained, and I led her through into the bedroom, "Give me a moment." I said and I let her sit on the bed, all pink and blonde in her fluffy towel while I slipped into the spare room and undressed to return in my. The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was. I was spread-eagled, my legs and arms spread wide and it felt as though the cords went down underneath the bed. I found I could move my legs a bit, I could bend my knees and pull them up a certain distance but I couldn’t bring them together – and in struggling I painfully tightened the cords around my chest and throat. I was utterly helpless! As my head cleared and I began to be able to focus properly again I saw him, sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, leering at me. At first I didn’t. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jiggy was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Cape Breton Post. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead working in the bakery at the grocery store?’’ The father groans and whispers, ‘I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!’‘I sure did, Dad!’‘That’s my boy!’The son goes on to become a successful lawyer and then a Member of.