In short order she picks out a bunch of bananas, a half pound of mushrooms, three apples and a bunch of asparagus.On the next aisle she points out the...flour and sugar, both of which are on a lower shelf. As I lean over to get the bags, she runs her hand possessively over the seat of my pants. I hear snickers from somewhere behind me. We get eggs, playtex gloves, A- and C-cell batteries, two mousetraps, and some cleaning supplies. When we go to check out, she reaches into my pocket to get change. Cradling me in his arms, he carried me down the hall to the bathroom. He stood me up on my feet and told me to get into the tub on hands and knees.Daddy reached under the sink to retrieve the enema bag and sat down beside the tub. Taking a container out, he scooped a blob of lubricant and spread it over my anus. Gently, he began to work the jelly around the pucker and then applied pressure to the opening. I moaned a little and tried not to cry. He continued to insert his finger deeper and. "You're as bad as Rudolph!" she accused Claude. "Moi?" Said Claude, pointing to himself, an expression of injured innocence on his face. Leaving the kitchen and the amorous creator of Christmas cuisine, she followed the signs to the apparent safety of Santa's inner sanctum, where Santa's little helpers crowded excitedly around her. Cindy, assuming that they, like all the others, had sinister intentions, rapidly removed her knickers, resigned to the fact that she would not get out of the. We were now, he told us, to ask hispermission to pee and if given permission, we were to piss into oneanother's mouths. I was now a willing toilet. He kept us drinking andpeeing all weekend long.He told us he wanted us to feel as dirty and used as we were. I neverexpected that. I never expected any of this. I really didn't. He tookcontrol of me from the minute we met. I'm totally powerless before him.There was no pretense, no illusion. I never had a chance. It scares meto death, the loss of.