Yes, somebody could still break in, but they were going to have to work at it.I balked at having armed guards living with us. I did, however, buy a pi...ece of property across the road from the driveway. If it came down to it, I could put in a discreet little guard shack over there. Likewise, we arranged to have Marilyn continue with a traveling escort. I wasn’t sure what we would do when Charlie and his sibling(s) went to school. I wasn’t worried about anybody coming after me.We weren’t. ....really well!She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on theother side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip ofsome kind with wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from it.Mistress Hilda walked up to her and held the whip by it's handle so thestrands hung down in front of Linda's eyes. "Ever seen a 'Pussy Whip'Linda....."Slave Linda".....?", Mistress Hilda asked. The answer was eyeblinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress Hilda smiled. My reverie broke as my wife, catching my eyes, asked me a question. “Hey, are you hungry?” “Shit, yes.” “Good, I’ve got herb-seared chicken, carrots and broccoli, and whole grain rice.” After I ate my fill, I looked across the plate at her. We were two warriors living together. We had each others' backs against the world, and were at each others' throats when the war hit home. I loved her. I lived her. She wasn’t enough. “Hey, I got an e-mail from Deb.” “Really...” “Yeah. I guess she finally. I called to Hanna to encourage her to speed it up, and then we went back down to the car with Caitlin's luggage."Hi Mickey, where did you go last night? I was looking for you up and down the beach." Caitlin, I came across one of the girls that went water skiing with us, and she decided that she just needed me to spend the night in her bed. I told her that I had certain misgivings about doing any such thing, but she gave me just a hint of her charms and she prevailed."Caitlin laughed, "Ha..