“Shit! You look pretty damn good to me,” I told her.“Thanks. But I still need to exercise if I want to look good to you.” She reached over and...cut a Danish in half, gingerly taking a bite out of the half she had scooted onto her plate. By now I was mostly through one of my own.“Don’t tell me you diet, too?”“You bet,” she said around her small mouthful. Swallowing, she continued “But I’m not real crazy about it, either. Light breakfast, light lunch, then I can eat anything I want for dinner.”. She couldn't scratch it. Then she realized her butt was still sore from the spanking she'd received the previous weekend from that... well, that guy. Whoever he was. But she couldn't so much as shift her soft young ass an inch in either direction to relieve her discomfort: that's how tightly her dad had bound her.It was weird, but she was almost relieved when her daddy returned. After all, she couldn't imagine being left in this position any longer! It was too weird, too awkward. So he'd had. " It shouldn't," said Julian. "The blackout two years ago stopped right across the street. I think we're on a different grid or something."Mr. Flattery looked doubtful, "Well, best of luck."Soon, other customers began trickling in, buying ice, batteries, and other sundry supplies for a blackout. There were a half-dozen people on line when Caitlynn emerged from the back room, her hair freshly blown out and dried. Without having to be told to, she started working the second register. It took. I went to Stephanie’s door. She was sitting on her bed reading and looked up with a questioning look, but still serious.“Stephanie, no matter what happens, no matter what you decide, I love you,” I said and went back to my room, not waiting for her reaction.I finished my homework and went to sleep.The rest of the week went according to the girls’ plan. I ate lunch with Kara and her friends, and other than Wednesday evening, when Beth and I did a demonstration of our software for a deli owner in.