Gonna fill me in on what that is, and maybe how I can help?”.“That depends, brother of mine. You mentioned that you might stick around, right? Any...decisions yet?”.“Yeah. Well, sort of. I know what I want and need to do. I just haven’t figured out where I need to be to do it. And you’re right. That was almost another repeat of ducking the question, wasn’t it?”.“Maybe. Tell me what it is that you want to do. We’ll come back to the where you want to do it part later”.“Okay, what I want to do, and. ”“As are you. I’m just saying, Amelia deserves the best, so be the best.”Relaxing, I smiled. “Did she tell you about her song?”“What song?”I shoved the Smartphone across the table. “You should watch it.”Peter’s eyes opened wide. “You videotaped it? You? How did you figure it out?” He grinned at me.“Smartass. Watch it.”He picked up the cell, thumb swiping and tapping. Familiar music started. Her voice rose.One minute later, Peter whispered, “Ho-lee-shit.” Amelia’s voice, even tinny, sent shivers. Although he seemed in a grim mood, he stopped to exchange a few sentences with Ben, shook his hand, wished him Good Luck, and bade him Goodbye. Christine was watching them from behind the glass. Once Gerd had gone, she gave Ben a wave to come into the office.Christine had obviously been angry. She reached into her desk and took out a bottle of Schnapps and held it questioningly in Ben’s direction. When he nodded, she produced two glasses to pour a generous shot. Throwing back her head Christine. The cloth lined leather straps wrapped around my ankles and knees. Then you move to the left side, and pull the arm extension out, my left arm bound at the wrist and elbow. You throw a strap over my stomach, then go to my right side and do the same. Strapping down my stomach before moving to behind my head. I look up and gaze into your face with that lustful smile that lets me know Daddy’s in complete control and loving it. You look down at your trussed up princess, then peer at my face. Seeing.