He even bought me a smart phone.Dad dropped me off at the house saying that he had to run errands. I walked into the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the t...ble. She looked like shit. A half empty bottle of Dad's scotch was at her elbow.Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you. On this fateful bath night, three weeks after my parents had left me in her charge, I was having trouble going to sleep after my shower. After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, and figuring that Aunt Jessica was probably sound asleep in her room, I decided to get up and fix myself a snack. I was after all, still a growing boy.Opening the fridge door I was surprised to hear the TV going and went to see if Aunt Jessica was awake or had just left it on by mistake. Aunt Jessica was. The lights came on and I saw them kneeling beside James. I walked out and over and knelt beside the cat. It was so beautiful and I was angry with James for killing it. I love cats and as I looked up at James I knew it showed in my eyes."How!" I started to say.That's when I saw all the blood on him and I screamed.KariKari jerked her head around at her sister's scream and saw her fall over the body of the cat. Rushing to her, I knelt beside her and saw she had passed out. Turning I looked at. Across the room on the sofa, PeeJay had watched the proceedings with more than casual interest, but she had been bound for some time now. She was thirsty, and had begun to lose feeling in some of her extremities. More irritating that that, however, was the fact that she was getting horny from watching her captor and her former slave getting it on right in front of her! Remembering what he'd said previously, about signaling discomfort, she began stamping her bound heels on the floor. That broke.