As I stand the blood rushes painfully to my knees from my time on the mat. I know I am helpless to deny mother the right to this castigation. As I d... as she demands, I feel the painful prickle of the mat on the bottom of my feet, realizing that this soon will be the least of my worries. Even with my head down I can see your shoes and the hem of your leather skirt as you take up a position in front of me. I assume that your mission is to grab my hands if necessary.Mother takes a position. They weren’t there now. I didn’t think anythingof it. They were upstairs, each in their room gettingdressed. My wife had been in her dressing gown and myson in his pajama bottoms when we had breakfasttogether.I could have simply picked up my briefcase and left,but at that moment my wife let out a playful shriek andthat got me curious. I went upstairs, not making asound on the carpeted stairway.The door to the master bedroom was partially open and Ilooked in. What a jolt I got.My son. [Amanda]I was dancing to Brandi's song when someone hit me in the back. I was off balance and fell to my hands and knees. But my back began to feel icy cold and suddenly I could not breathe. The light became too bright to see and I remember closing my eyes. When I opened them I was on a hard floor naked with my wrists in padded cuffs. The cuffs were red leather about 3 or 4 inches wide with small locks on the buckles and a big lock between the rings on each cuff. I was not in Kansas anymore and. ’ She picked up the article she’d been working on. ‘What kind of skin is that?’ Bobby asked. ‘Calfskin,’ she replied. ‘I was wondering,’ he said, ‘don’t you get a lot of grief from animal rights people?’ The woman shrugged. ‘I like working with fur,’ she said. ‘I only deal with people who use humane methods of producing fur, you know?’ ‘Oh,’ Bobby said. He knew nothing about the fur business. He sat down next to a pile of soft, silky furs and stroked them absently as they talked. ‘So,’ he said,.