”I was a bit confused. I had heard the term house arrest before. But it was usually in connection with some politician or mobster being confined at ...ome with armed guards. But home monitoring was something new. So, I asked about that.“Well Matt, basically what they do is put an ankle bracelet on you. That bracelet sends a message out to the monitoring station that tracks where you are. Plus, if you cut the bracelet or go outside of the authorized area, it sends an alarm.”“How does it do. She grabs a chopstick in her fist and slams it into the slut's back, drawing blood. Predictably, the slut jumps, dropping Natasha's beer on the floor. "Stupid slut!" she picks up a wooden paddle and whacks my slut with all her might.My beer tips dangerously, and I barely manage to rescue it. "Hey! Watch it!" It's her fucking fault! She's supposed to be furniture, isn't she? Since when does furniture move?"I must admit, she has a point. I grab a length of rope and tie a loop around the. There were a couple of teenagers on duty, together with one guy in his fifties “A” and the Mounties talked to him a minute, and he nodded. I was standing there bare ass by the gas tanks, those two young guys cracking up at the sight of my two blazing hind cheeks.Boys who whine, and ‘A’ thought it would really teach me a lesson to stand around in public with no pants and a screaming crimson fanny. Those kids thought it was a real hoot, but I think they were a little worried too that their own. “There are advantages to living with family.” A smile spread across his lips. “She’s cute. Your sister. I don’t blame you at all for wanting to spend time with her.”“What are you saying?” I asked, the tension squeezing around my heart. “I mean, I’ve seen you on TV, Clint. Right, that’s you? The incest guy?”“That’s me.” He rolled his shoulders. “So you’ve heard me speak? Know what I’m about?”“Yeah.”“So I am the last person to judge you for moving in with your sister. Though, I’m a little.