At 11pm Roger went to the bedroom showered then went to bed. He left Tate watching the late news shows. Roger didn’t want to discuss politics, which...was why he left. Roger slept pretty well. He felt like he knew what was going on. The had him to disappear pretty well. They were also hiding him just as well. Roger seemed to relax completely Sunday. He relaxed enough to be bored. Not even the change of shift at 9am helped. since neither of his babysitters could say anything interesting to him, it. "That was good,you're really skilled at that." He smiled and slid up to kiss her. Hewanted to get off, but didn't know how to suggest it, and he was stillfully clothed and held back by his panties. A few minutes passed as hedebated uncertainly, and wondered if Sara had fallen asleep. But then,almost startlingly so, she kissed him deeply and sat up at the edge ofthe bed."Come over here," she ordered. "And kneel here." He did as she told himto, and she had soon fit him with a black leather. (Thenagain, he had been loose-lipped enough to tell her about that businesswith the ten-year-olds...) But more importantly, the things they wereadvising each other - and her - to do were equal parts manipulative andoutright vicious, many involving physical and/or chemical abuse, andshe was also fairly sure that more than half of the supposed femaleswere actually men describing their masochistic fantasies, and that wasbefore all the insane findom shit. Straight to hell with all of them,she. ?SILENCE!? Sister Elaine roared. ?No one was given permission to speak!? She stepped back from her position on the dais and straightened her starched blouse, pulling it over her broad bosom. ?You will endure your demerit discipline without plaguing us with your noise and wails, understood?? She sat back down. ?Did I make myself understood?? she asked, even louder this time.?Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister? came a unison response from the two women, still bent over and trembling as.