I don't know what to do, really. My folks want me to come back home." To Kentucky?" Yeah." That's a long way off." Yeah. It's more than 500 miles, act...ally." Jesus!" I don't want to go. I mean, I might go back, for a visit, but I don't want to just, y'know, retreat like that." No. No, I agree. That wouldn't be good." I've got some money. I've got a lot of money saved, from before the army. And my disability pension has kicked in. The back pay, from while they were messing with the paperwork, is. "Samantha stood up and kissed her mom goodbye. "I may not be home until late," Abby told her. "So do your homework and then the rest of the night is yours, but remember..." No going out and no friends over," Samantha finished for her, still disheartened by her weekend plans being dashed.Abby nodded and kissed her on the forehead. "Cheer up, kiddo. You'll have fun with your dad. There's money on the counter for dinner if you want."After her mom had left, Samantha slumped back down into the chair. He knelt straddling her legs, then, deliberately, he reached down and dragged his fingernail over her engorged clit where it was trapped in the clamp.It worked; she shrieked, collapsed, and tried to roll away, but was prevented when he rested his knees on her thighs, effectively keeping her legs open and holding her in place. "You say this is mine?" he asked her, his voice low but intense."Yes, Master..." Then ask me to do it again."She moaned, felt herself getting wetter, despite her. Have the young ladies been dosed yet?" No, not yet. I was on my way to fix their drinks, but I thought I'd let you know they were here first," Billy replied."Very good, Billy. You did the right thing, but go now and let's get things started. Remember, small glasses and lots of salt on their pizzas." I remember, and Pop," Billy hesitated nervously. "Do you think I can have the one named Lindy? She's got shorter blond hair, and she smiled at me so nice." Maybe so, Son, but only after our.