Gracefully, he stood, and split the animal skin over his shoulders. By the time Esfalan had, somewhat less gracefully, begun the process, the other ha... finished.At last, Esfalan stood, dry and unclothed, with a small bundle of animal fur in his hand. His guide tied it somehow to his hair - it was light, and rested on Esfalan's shoulderblades.At the silent question in Esfalan's eye, the other laughed gently. "Where all are unclothed, none are unclothed." Esfalan gave a silent nod, and together. “The books... !” I said, still not believing they were here.“What about the books?” he asked in a peeved voice.“They’re on the kitchen table!” I said in surprise.“WHAT?” Al asked and jumped up on the table. He walked across it and sniffed the bag of books.“Yes, these are the books from the book store. How did they get here?” he asked, as he sat down and started cleaning his face and whiskers.“Off the table, AL,” I told him, as I picked up the bags of groceries and placed them on the table. He toyed around with us in several poses, facing each other, facing the camera, grinning, scowling, smirking, but nothing he did made the directors happy. Patrice and I watched them argue, adding in our own dialog since we couldn't hear them all the time."Do either of you have a problem with kissing a girl?" Frankie finally asked us.I looked quizzically at Patrice. I sure didn't. She grabbed my head and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Then we both laughed.Frankie chuckled, too. "Okay, let's. She nodded compliantly and spread out on the bed laying on her stomach with each of her appendages spread to the four corners of the bed where she waited for him to put her in the restraints attached to the bedposts. He buckled her in firmly, took a belt from the wardrobe and smacked it down on the mattress making a loud popping sound. The girl closed her eyes at the sound knowing very well what is store for her. She was in trouble. Daddy pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her.