Shehad to say something. "I…yes I do like those kinds of plots. Ever sinceI was a little girl they've always appealed to me. I can't explain it; may...eit's the thrill of being so helpless and vulnerable then saved at the lastmoment by the strong handsome hero." "I can understand that." He unfolded his arms and took a step toward her. "Wouldyou like to go home now?" "I'd love to, but what about these?" She jerked on the handcuffs. "Hmm, yes, well that would be difficult to explain to the. "Did you notice it had six ridges, My dear little daughter?" I asked conversationally & you realized exactly what I was going to do as the die arced through the air & rolled on the bed covers before settling on the four. "Each one bigger than the last, so I think a number should keep you nicely stretched for Me overnight & then who knows, perhaps I'll allow you to impale yourself on Me there tomorrow before breakfast? Not quite such fun having a black Daddy now, is it, sweetheart?"I bent you. "No one can see us from here," Mary said. "I tried to talk them into going Full Monty but they figured you boys would have heart failure. Maybe next time."She chuckled and started to pull on her shorts."You might as well wait to get dressed," Sean said. "Because you are going to cream whatever undergarments you're wearing when I show you the bathroom."The girls shrugged – giggled a little – and walked in wearing what they had on – or very little. None of the guys could figure out where to cast. ”Shit, John thought. My daughter is a psycho bitch.“What do you mean?” he asked.“Double my allowance,” she said.“Is that it?” he said, relieved.“No, triple it. You can afford it and no more giving me shit about my bad behaviour. Especially in front of Mikey.”“And you'll keep your mouth shut?”She smiled and said :- “Good night, daddy.”Blackmailed by my own daughter, he thought. He turned and walked out the room. He couldn't think of anything else to say. He crept into his own bedroom where his.