What was going on?As the Parking Officer turned to walk away, Don's mind reeled. He had to try."Stop" he said to her, not wanting to take any chances....he Parking Officer stopped and stared at him blankly."Give me your pen," he said. Safe enough.The Parking Officer handed him her pen."That's a nice pen," he said "Mind if I keep it?"The Parking Officer shook her head "No".Don couldn't believe this. Could the old man have been serious? Did he actually have some kind of power?"Give me five dollars". "She held me for a few more moments, while I slowly calmed down. When Istepped back and out of her arms, I had to return the loving smile thatshe gave me."Are you going to be alright?" she asked me."Yes," I replied and then turned toward the boxes. I wanted to get thealbums and get out of there. Mom pointed to a box sitting on the floorthat was labeled 'Photo Albums'. That seemed to be the likely place tostart, and I grabbed the box and followed her out of the office. Themore space there was. She twisted her neck around to find him crouched beside her, fully-clothed having apparently been up and about for some time. ‘Good morning, Kitty. Breakfast is served.’ ‘Why am I tied up?’ she asked him crossly. ‘Release me immediately.’ He shook his head. ‘It takes a long time for a lesson to sink in with you, doesn’t it, Kitty? Never mind, I have the time and the inclination to pursue your education.’ He began to unfasten the bonds, ankles first. ‘I restrained you because I could not be sure. Of course."Pulling on his britches and donning his shirt, he leans down to kiss her forehead. She wants more and tilts her head to bring their lips together. Somehow the connection seems more electrical than ever."I love you," she says when it ends."I love you," he replies. Her smile has never been wider or more intense.When he returns from the toilet, he keeps his clothes on. She snuggles against him in bed."Ready to be tested?" he asks her."I need more study material," she replies wryly, her.