The farm was quite a huge spread and the main house stood on a hillock. The workers quarters were about half a mile down the road. On that late Novem...er evening, her parents left for her father’s brother funeral and would be away for 4 days. She received her dad’s telephone call over the weekend to inform her of the sad news. Marie consoled him and said that she would be home on the evening train, the day they were leaving. The foreman would be running the daily chores while she would look. But did we really need to go this far for revenge. I realised that I thought we did. Even if it was just to satisfy my thirst of getting involved with the BDSM lifestyle. Approaching Jessica’s unconscious body that we lied down on the sofa I reached into the bag down to the side of the sofa. Inside were some things that me and Michelle had picked up down the town earlier. The bag contained some rope, a pink ballgag with the word bitch emblazed on it, a whip, a blind fold and some other things. Daddy seemed to be doing the same thing to Wanda, only he was doing it physically, as well. In my mind, I tried Daddy and found him guilty the first time I saw that something was wrong. His punishment was losing me.Jack was able to stand back a bit and look at things. I don't know how many times he told me that I needed to hear my father's side before I stuck his head on a pike. Jack wasn't blind, though. That night when we moved into the apartment and he told Daddy he wouldn't put up with his. While they ate, the foursome talked, joked, gossiped, and even brought up work, such as Damien’s job as the youngest and newest editor for an independent newspaper called the Volunteer (it being Tennessee). Maryam told him outright that she always liked that he was a journalist. To her, having seen as a child what a gagged press was like, it was a pretty big deal to show respect for newsmen and she saw them as defenders of objective facts against propaganda and lies.“Mind you, my schedule is.