"What am I doing wrong?" "Mommy would stroke my hair and arms and stuff." I mentioned. "Feltnice." "Okay." Daddy reached up and ran his huge f...ingers through my hair anddown my neck. "Like this?" "Uh-huh." I agreed. His other hand was running up and down myleg. Actually, it didn't feel at all the way Mommy did it, but Daddy wastrying. And what Daddy was doing felt in its own way a lot better. I reached up with my free hand and I felt Daddy's chest, running myhand over it.. Donning his best linen suit and a white shirt, he opened the door to find her kneeling at the hinge-side of his bedroom door.Without looking at her, he said, "White is the color of mourning in parts of the Far East. I shall wear white in mourning for what we had, until this is resolved. Come with me." And he strode off into the bedroom assigned to her.She padded behind him and kneeled again once he stopped. He ripped the bed apart and took the top sheet into the hall. "Stay," he said. He. I also told him whoever had set up the fake clay bomb had been an amateur, because of the way it had been done. It was almost as if he or she had actually thought they were handling the real thing. When his demo man got there, the sheriff sent him to the garage after talking to him for about fifteen minutes. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but the directions must have been pretty detailed because the deputy just kept saying, "Yes Sir." Jon, not to interrupt what's going on, but you need a. .. um..." she blushed, unable to continuefor a moment, "I want to be yours, and I will do as you asked." He smiled quietly and said nothing. She continued unwrappingthe box and opened it. Inside was a chastity belt, wide at the waist,a band that wrapped around and would fit between her legs, leavingbarely enough room to use the bathroom she thought, a small but verysecure looking padlock on the flap joining the parts together. Hereyes went wide and she looked at him in surprise. "I knew," he.