But then he started running, when he saw Benjamin coming after him. Some of the people at the bar started screaming when Benjamin threw the guy onto t...e floor and proceeded to punch him in the face. No one dared approach, though. No one dared speak to him when he got up, threw a five dollar bill into the guy’s bloody face and walked out.That was his first bar. By his third drink in the second bar he was feeling seriously angry. He needed more drinks. He needed drugs. He needed to smash stuff. I was going to make her wait for at least 2 hours, even if she did pee all over the living room rug. It would be her mess to clean up. I might even leave the stain there to serve as a reminder to her and show her what a little control was.I left her there to get things ready in the bedroom. Krissy did have her own room but most nights she slept with me, diapered and tied up in one way or another. On the bed I laid out all of the new toys I had acquired, as well as some of our old ones. One of. "Bet the pool looks nice." It sure does!"I pretended to consider. "Well, I might let you use it -- if your mother says it's okay. I've got some rules, though." What are they?" There are signs posted," I waved negligently. "You just need to follow the rules on the signs."There WAS a sign; up top were the usual rules: No Jumping, No Diving, No Horseplay Without An Adult Present -- that kind of thing. Below that, it said, "Adult Swim After Seven p.m." I'd done that deliberately -- it was how I got. I lay beside her for an hour or two, for once my arms around her and not vice versa, listening to her soft breathing, feeling her body rub against my breasts with every breath she took, my mind spinning, busy processing the day's events.Eventually I slipped out of bed again and went to the kitchen to fix a cup of Earl Grey, wondering whether its aroma would be enough to wake Mistress. But for once it wasn't and so I drank it myself, kneeling on the floor, watching her face while she slept.She.