We were prisoners in silk and frills. We three exchanged worried glances. These were not our normal nightclothes or our normal butt plugs. ... ?What was going on,? we wondered. We were soon to find out. As we clambered into bed and assumed our usual collective embrace, we all suddenly began to feel our ?butt-plugs? begin to move inside us. Somebody had remote control of our butt-plugs and they were causing them to twist and vibrate. As the plugs started to squirm and. He patted my head and kissed my hair. “Daddy has an important thing for work today and he has to go. Now be good, you understand me?”“Yes, Sir,” I said sullenly as I let go and sulked back towards the living room couch as Julie closed the door.“Did Daddy diaper you for wetting your big girl bed, Krissy?” she asked, coming towards me.“No! And YOU can’t either! You’re not the boss of me!” I said, sticking my tongue out at her and recrossing my arms.“Hasn’t your Daddy ever told you that little. She used to not be like that, but one day she just suddenly couldn’t leave the dern house. Mama bought old Spruce for her, and now she goes everywhere.” She flinches and grimaces. “Sorry, I just get to talking and well ... my name’s Jill. Sandy is welcome here. What can I get’cha this morning?”“Sandy likes blueberry pancakes,” Alan says, looking up at Jill with a hopeful look. When the woman nods, he continues. “I’ll take a coffee and an omelet.”They don’t have any more trouble. They eat, and. .." Zoë was cut short."Please, please miss there is no need for all this unpleasantness." The big officer raised his hands to calm her down. "You're plane is still here, though I think it will be the only one leaving for some time."The sinister little man opened a note book as if in thought."We are rounding up all presidential associates for interview; your husband will have to stay." He's nothing to do with the president, " she shouted again, her eyes wide and ferocious."I think he is!".