The next time he saw her it was well over a mile away from the supermarket, but the collection of bags she had with her suggested that she was going s...opping. He was truly grateful to the government of the day which had introduced a small tax on new plastic shopping bags to encourage just such reuse.Sure enough, half an hour later she came into Best’s supermarket while he was still mooching round picking up his weekly shop.He made sure he finished well before she did and went out to the car. This is a piece of fiction and I'd like itto stay that way. Please feel free to write to me concerning what you think of this story.I would love to hear feedback as things progress. I couldn't help but wonder how I had allowed things to go this far. It hadbeen two years since my daughter Kiera had introduced me to one of the bestand worst times of my life. I was nearing forty and had been raising my girlalone for the last four years since the tragic death of my wife. In that timeI hadn't seen. I lie in the darkness trying to undo my arms from the ties . When you walk in you see me standing my arms untied pressing the walls trying to find a week spot? hungry? you throw a bowl of oatmeal in front of me I glare at you but I lean down and try my best to eat it. You watch me as it gets all over my hands and face when Im done I take the bowl and throw it at you even though it misses and hits the wall behind me ooh now that wasnt nice slave you say as I stand slowly looking at you food. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!" Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK! CRAACK!, SMAACK!. Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never experienced a burning like this in her behind before, "PLEASE, NO MORE TOM, I'M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!" Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddening backside. WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE", was all she could say, her cheeks would clench.