"You've got my piss up your bum, Kate, and shit in your mouth! You're turning out to be quite the toilet girl! And we haven't even started the torture...or the sex yet! Smith exclaimed happily, as he got up, pulling the poor girl with him. He undid each cuff and tied her spread-eagle on the table, shit falling from her mouth as she stood up. Lying on her back, he lifted up her black skirt and analysed her cunt. "Rather a nice one, probably quite warm, but ultimately, something you enjoy" he said. Grasshoppers had fallen silent hours ago, a soft symphony of nature to ease her mind. Through the silence she noted a stillness she’d not heard in ages. Her gown fluttered in the wind. As though leaves had been embedded onto the hem and bodice, they clung to her form, brought color to her somewhat dull attire. She’d change it if the weather had been a little nicer in the southern hemisphere. Her fall colors always peaked out at the oddest times, her skin ever-changing. Despite the fact that she. I was nearly to the bottom of the stairs when I heard Xander say, ‘Woman, you come down here in what you think is a hush but I hear you clompin’ in them shoes a mile away. I know what you’re doin’,’ and I froze in my tracks. ‘Xander, I’m sorry,’ I muttered, as his shadow fell over me, ‘I know I said I wouldn’t but…SHE WAS OUR DAUGHTER, goddamn it!’ ‘Come on, then,’ he said gently, coming down the stairs to meet me. He took my hand and led me down the last two steps into the root cellar. He was. "I know, my dearest. I don't want you to go back. I couldn't bear to lose you again. It's just that... well, I haven't figured out a way to keep you here after the holidays. I've racked my brain, and everything I come up with is N.G." Daddy..." she began softly, "I thought of something. It's kind of extreme, but I think it could work..."He raised his head and looked directly at her, his eyebrows raised in expectation. "Tell me!" Well, I was thinking that if you... if you got married again...".