On. Now.’ And yes, I could hear the periods. Uncle Mitch spoke in a low and reasonable tone but with an undercurrent of demand, as if he knew I was ...oing to obey him eventually and I just didn’t know it yet. Uncle Mitch had never talked to me like that before. He was usually an easygoing guy, and in spite of my fears we’d gotten along pretty well. He worked as a manager in the annuities department of a life insurance company — all business suits, lunch meetings, Blackberries and talk of cross. Was she reading too much in this situation? What if he didn’t like her? “Make yourself at ease. Down the hall is the bathroom if you need it. Is water fine or you want some wine?” Mark asked, trying to hide his own nervousness.“I only drink water. I sometimes like some liquor after dinner. I need to use the restroom, then I’ll help you in the kitchen. And thank you for inviting me,” Helen replied.“No worries,” he answered, watching her heading to the bathroom. She probably didn’t realize how. I put the flaps issue to one side. “So then what? I suppose you shaved all yours off to be cool?” I jested. FUCK!!!!!My daughter said “Yes,” chortled throatily and stretched out her limbs, lifted her butt and dragged down her panties and flashed me her genitals just like a porno model, but without the aplomb, it was still a good, in fact better show, think about it... “Oh that tampon stayed in for a week OK, then my panties seemed clean and when that happened Cecily told me to take it out .... Struggling against overwhelming strength, you are pulled over to a post that is set firmly in the earth. "Let go!" I push you to the dirt. Before you can organize your defenses, a collar secures you to the post. You have been leashed! "No one knows you are here, my Love. You are helpless." Half standing, you reach for the collar, clawing at the hasp, but it is locked. You slump to the ground, defeated. Dangling the key before you, I smile. "You have not obeyed. You have spoken without.