She hadn't heard me coming and she jumped and screamed when I said, "What are you doing!?"She spun around; not bothering to cover her lacy lingerie cl...d body and shouted, "Dad! You scared me!" To which I replied, "I'm going to do more than scare you -- how many times have I told you to stop wearing your mother's lingerie!?" "I know," she stammered back, "but I don't have any nice stuff!" Then we'll just have to do something about that." I said. She looked at me as it sank in. "Get dressed," I. This had the sound and feel of a conversation that had been repeated many times.“You have a visitor, sir,” she said as she helped the Colonel get his hearing aid in place and operating.”“Don’t have to shout. I’m not deaf you know. A visitor you say? Who’d come to see me?”Jim had given the nurse one of his cards, which she now handed to the Colonel. He put his glasses on and read it.“James Olsen,” he said, almost to himself. Then he grabbed his cane and struggled to his feet, turning to face Jim. The light is with me, and I see him still waiting to cross traffic as I escape up the side road. One bullet dodged. I promised myself it wouldn’t happen this time, but here I am, in much greater hazard than ever before. In the past I’d always left myself at least ten or twelve hours before he got home – usually a day or more. Plenty of time to make sure that there were no marks, no evidence. Plenty of time to come up with a story if there were. Tonight I had no time; he could be waiting for me. Then my ankles, spread eagle. You reach into the bag and pull something out. You place the blindfold on my head, blocking out my vision. Then I feel the pinch, as you place the clamps on my nipples. I moan in a combination of pain and pleasure. You climb on top of me, lean close and begin licking my ears, in the places you know so well, making me writhe and moan. You stop and attach the waist strap, holding me down, and then continue. Licking and sucking my ears. I moan and beg for more. You.