“Dad! What the fuck! What are you doing?” Claire gasped after the longest-ever pause.I knew what I was required to do but I was frozen, hearing he... question but not being able to formulate a response other than her name. Eventually after what seemed like minutes, I gulped, lowered my head and crawled forward. This was something I hadn’t thought about before either.She was standing OUTSIDE the house on the doorstep. I had to kiss her sneakers because she was at our door. That meant that I had to. He, and most of the others I talked with, was very unhappy with the Virginia government and the Continental Congress, with me and everyone else whom he blamed for the catastrophes besetting the countryside. He did not care about the revolution; he wanted peace and security.All I could do was apologize. In a week of hunting, I had not even caught sight of one Tory ranger as I set out toward the sunrise that morning. It promised to be another long, hot day. A curl of smoke off to the left of the. My heart raced and my cock stiffened.Take off that robe, my neighbor commanded, and I obeyed, under his control once again. My bathrobe slid to the floor and I stood there naked in front of these faceless cops.Come forward, my neighbor commanded. I did as he said. Kneel on that. He pointed to the big square Ottoman that had been pulled into the middle of the room. On your hands and knees. I did as commanded, like a dog I waited for the next command.But the next one wasn't for me, it was for his. I see a note under them. I pick it up. It was in Pete's handwriting. Next time. It said in bold print. I felt myself smiling. I lay down in my bed and clicked the handcuffs. The noise made a very loud distinctive noise. Like it meant business to hold you in place. I closed my eyes and listened to the noise. It was more forceful when you had your eyes closed. I drifted off to sleep at around two o'clock or so. I woke up when my cat jumped up on the bed. I looked at the clock. It was a little.