“Bart, do you have something on your mind?” I asked.“Today is the first day that I will not lock the door behind me. “ He said, “but I need ...o explain how things will work, then you must decide if you are willing to accept the circumstances of your freedom.”I nodded, so excited that I was unable to speak, after all I had only seen the inside of my tower room for a long time, especially when you consider I had never had any limits to my freedom before.He continued “ If you agree I must fit you. She always does that on Friday on her day off from work. I yelled while waving my right hand with the condom, “mom, see, I got the condom”. “That’s good honey, now just sit down, your lunch will be ready in a minute” said my mom. But I was too exciting to eat, I just couldn’t wait. So I said, “Can we just do this first mom?” She shake her head a little and then said “you are always like this, but I suppose we can do that first, since it wouldn’t take long anyways.” I jumped with joy and yelled,. What did she have on under there?Her hair was perfect, with a few of her stylish blond curls attractively hanging in front of those baby blues, only to be removed regularly with one of those little head flicks that she must have learned in charm school. She looked good and she knew it, damn her.We arrived at 8PM and by 8:05 Susie was out of my sight. Didn't know where she went and I didn't care. I made for the bar, ordered a bottle of ale (Victory V-12: After drinking do not operate heavy. ’ She mumbled the sentence feebly, surprised the waiter was able to understand. ‘You want any type of fruit on your waffles?’ He scribbled furiously on his pad. The question brought Honor’s tired yet gutter, driven mind back to Gabriel and the strawberries. In a panic, she was barely able to hold back from screaming ‘no’ at the waiter. Instead, she shook her head in the negative. It was safer than verbal communication. Michael, unaware of Honor’s discomfort, ordered a breakfast fit for a.