We are not what one would call a “hugging” family. Not a lot of physical contact is ever made. Standing there with our bodies pressed together, it...seemed as though one of my fantasy scenarios were playing out. “We'll go to the mall right now and buy you a new wardrobe. How does that sound?” “That sounds great Mom.” Thanks to my Mom's sophisticated taste in clothes, school became almost tolerable. At least I didn't get picked on as much. Making friends did not come easily. I spent most of my. That's when i started to swing to and fro.Since both my hands were on my jeans, I lost my balance and started falling. I tried to reach to the rail.That's when the man to my right-back took my hand and placed it on his hand. I tried holding him.I had to move to my right side while doing it. Seeing this, the other two men moved to my left and covered me.Now I was encircled by 3 men.I tried holding the rail using my left hand. Then the other man on my left took hold of my hand. I didn't know what. Every present was a gag gift ... yup, even a ball-gag. Handcuffs, ankle chains, leather collars ... one said HIS, the other said HERS. I got the big one ... HERS, she got the small one ... HIS.The sheriff presented me with my very own chain gang ball and chain. The real thing! Someone had gone through the trouble to make a "promise paddle." (Promise Paddle: Oak paddle with one inch holes drilled in it.)There was one small flat box and two good sized ones, one big one was labeled, "For when he's. There were lights outside displaying occupancy inside. So she parked in the drive, got out of the car and, grasping her two bottles of sparkling red grape juice, marched up to the front door.The door swung open as she approached.“Come straight on in, it’s still pretty cold out there.”“Hi Mason, nice house. Had it long?”“About twenty years in all, but for most of that time it was rented out. I moved in about two years ago, when I got out of the Army.”“Did you live here with Leone?”“Not at.