"Did you write this?" demanded Gina although the answer was obvious."Yes, you are a fat and ugly old slut," sneered Ryan, whose defiance was as per ea...lier arguments."I will teach you to talk to your mother like that, get your arse bare and bend over this table," ordered Gina as she picked up the cane.Ryan wanted nothing more than to be bent over bare-arsed, but to prolong the anticipation he snapped back, "Fuck you."The build-up had got them both almost into the perfect mood and Gina's dark. Martha was a small woman, about 5 foot even white hair and maybe 100lbs.I would think she was about 70, turns out she was pushing 80.I got out of the car and helped her down the walkway and to the car. I was known in the complex as a great help to the elderly into the car."Can I sit in front with you?" she asked me. "You sure can my dear, most people would rather sit in back but It would be an honer for you to sit up front with me" "Well aren't you a charmer" she said."Well I love to have. She kissed her parents and said she would be back by noon on Sunday to pick the children up. She kissed each in turn and almost ran back to the car in fear she would break down and worry her children and parents.She stopped by Home Depot and picked up duct tape, and some long plastic ties. She stopped by a fabric store and picked up a yard of muslin.When she got home Jim still wasn't back so she took her various purchases to the master bedroom and placed them in her big walk-in closet. She. " You will not." The reply was sharp, commanding, but the age shone through, to be mistaken as weakness."I will." Now the young man was smiling, unabashedly. "What will you do? Stay and drive us off? Or drag us away with you? There's nothing that you can do, even a hundred strong as you are. We stay."The old man scanned the faces of the young people-- so young! There was fear there, but resolve, too. He was proud of their spirit, though they should die of it. He had been doing this for enough.