" Sure. 'Bye."He became engrossed in the magazines while he waited for Nancy to finish her chores so they could talk. A little while later, she set up...an ironing board and iron in the dining area and brought clothes in from the dryer. Feigning indifference, he continued reading until she had started pressing things."I thought you did the housework naked," he said amiably. She was wearing a skimpy halter and brief shorts."I don't feel like it today," she replied in a monotone."Is there anything. My sadist. My daddy Dom. And sooner or later, accept that my sole purpose, my reason for living and breathing, will be to serve him."Watching her expressions as her mind and body fight a vicious, but losing battle, he smiles. Seven hours and the erosion of her spirit is progressing as designed. He spreads her legs and binds her free leg to the bed's footboard. Gently rolling her, he disconnects the wrists locks from behind her back and fastens them to the headboard. She is stretched like. " I saidsmugly."But you could have asked me to fetch you or something," Dadargued.I rebutted strongly, "then it will be too late for us to get tothe Christmas dinner! Besides, there is no way you can fetch me.There is a huge traffic jam there right now!"Dad quieted down, and tried to figure some another solutions toreason with me."Dad! There is no need to get angry over this. Its justclothes." I declared."But..." Dad stuttered a little.I thought I won this argument hands down. There was no way. "You know we could just walk two blocks and eat the pizza in Gino's," he suggested."Bill, Gino is Italian I'm sure. I'm sure he makes his pizza in the kitchen with his own hands. I would just rather the place look like a restaurant not an old finance company where someone put some booths inside. Not to mention the cash register by the door." Are you telling me, you don't like the atmosphere in Gino's?" Bill asked."I'm telling you that if you want to walk down there to pick it up, I can live.