"I really didn't want my ears pierced. How could I explain that atschool?As if reading my thoughts, she said, "A lot of boys have their earspierced."...ot this boy, I thought.She began a search for clip on earrings, finally coming up with threepairs. She held up each pair to my ears, looking for something, I knownot what. Finally, she made a choice, without, by the way, any inputfrom me.The earrings were not comfortable. They hurt my ear lobes. I told herso."Women have to endure a little pain. It was Tom and Bill. Tom was driving. He pulled right up next to where I was stationed under a large shade tree. “Hey,” Tom called out, Fancy seeing you again!” Bill was smoking on a cigar. He stepped out of the cart, grabbed his driver and two balls from the ball holder in the cart. As he walked up the slight slope to the tee box, Tom stayed behind in the cart. We both watched as Bill took a few practice swings. “I have wait for the assholes in front of us to clear the fairway,” Bill. We set off down the trail, stumbling at times, heels weren't the best idea! We stopped by a huge redwood tree and he smiled, saying, want to have some fun? Always was my reply. He told me to hug the tree, which was weird but I did as I was told, he pulled out some rope from his backpack and tied it around my left wrist and walked round the other side of the tree and tied it to my right wrist, he did the same with my ankles, my face pressed against the tree he added a ball gag, lifted my skirt. Momma always did her best though and tried to give my father everything he wanted. She always put everyone's needs in front of hers and I'm ashamed to say that we all took great advantage of that very fact.At seventeen my sisters had already gone off to college and I was the only one left at home. That's when Daddy decided to tell Momma of an affair with his latest young office assistant, a dumb little blonde with huge tits and an empty head. I knew everyone in Daddy's office and one of the.