" Uh huh. Is that why she's out with Ivan tonight and you're home alone?" He stood up again. "I was going to fix a drink. Do you want one?" Whatever y...u're having."He came back with two hi-ball glasses. "I never used to keep liquor in the house. Felt irresponsible, somehow. Isn't that silly? They gave me this bottle at the retirement party." But you're not really retired? You're still young." There's not a lot of teaching jobs in the world. If I try to come back in a few years there might not. What was it over her face, on her body? Wait, she couldn't open her mouth! In fact there was something in it; a gag maybe? She was standing; she was definite of that, her arms above her head tied together. But tied to what and how she didn't know. Her arms ached from the tension, her tip toes just managing to give her some support from the floor.She was in high heeled boots of some type. And her body; was she still dressed? Or was it naked under a hot second skin?She heard foot steps. “Peel garlic. I’ll peel ginger.”I decided that this wasn’t broken English, although I could have interpreted it that way.Sammy used the paring knife to remove the skin from the ginger, exposing a whitish green root. Then she used the side of her knife and pounded the ginger with her fist on the side of her knife, separating the shreds of the ginger with her fingers, then she diced it into smaller pieces.I smiled and showed Sammy that I knew the same trick, pulverizing the garlic in a similar. He said it was good to see us kids having such a good time." "Does Gary have a nice cock?" "Only about five inches...I've had bigger and I've had smaller. It's nice...cut." "Do you think I'd like Garys cock?" "Do you want to jack him off too mom?" "I'd rather fuck or suck that little prick's little prick." Mother and daughter laughed. "When is your next date with Gary?" her mother asked. "Friday night...he father is driving again so I guess we'll park again. A.