Somebody else's feet, probably Bobby's, were jammed into his other side. It wasn't the first time he'd woken up with her wrapped around him, but there...was something different. Had they broken in? He held his breath, listening. No, there were no sounds other than the steady breathing of the others. Wait ... there was something else, a deep growl, very faint, like ... almost like a truck. Then it was gone, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing the snow around outside.Had he imagined. The house is quiet again. An hour ago, perhaps a little longer, I thought I heard voices and laughter upstairs. Between the old, thick walls of the house and my mounting anxiety I could not be certain. It was probably only my imagination, or the wind, or nothing at all. I am blindfolded and bound. Both my wrists and ankles are imprisoned in thick, padded leather cuffs. These cuffs, in turn, are fastened securely to the arms and legs of the oversized chair I am sitting in. If I used all my. It was Rachael's idea. I left the girls juststarting a movie in the living room with lunch and drinks at their elbows,giving me about an hour and a half to get there and back. Great parentingskills, right?Nadine barely said a thing the whole time other than a few whispered wordsin the outer room. She was doing me another special favor and I didn't askquestions. Her son slept on a makeshift cot, arms and legs thrust out fromunder heavy covers and damp blond hair stuck to his forehead. We. Inside was a shirt and pair of pants, a set that would fit his male body. He had stitched them together as Joanie as a private project. For some reason, he had never told mom about them. He put them on. He didn't wear any underwear; all he had were panties and bras. He looked around for something to wear on his feet. His stockings and socks were out of the question, and his shoes wouldn't fit on a dare. He finally found some simple knit house slippers that were loose enough and would at least.