McKinsey walks to the podium, looking out over the small sea of faces. He looks sullen, as if he hasn’t slept at all since this started. If anyone t...ere believes that lack of sleep is clouding his judgment then they possibly have the physical evidence to prove it. But the truth is, he has gotten sleep, just not good sleep. McKinsey’s mind is clear, as clear as it has ever been. He has an obligation to the people and he is going to serve them just as he had taken an oath to do so.Placing both. I could see his need to dominate me. To keep me in line. He had to act. He had to put me in his place.“Yes!” Edvard snarled, his right hand raising up to discipline me.“Do not hit me, either!” I ordered. “And let go of my arm!”As the pain fuzzed across my mind, a small price to pay, my son released my arm. His face went pale, the anger melting into fear. He stared at his left hand, fingers flexing and clenching. His right fist, still raised, trembled.“No, no, no,” he said.My daughter’s pink. He couldn't help but picture her sunbathing topless in her back yard. He pictured her laying on a beach towel in one of those ratcheting lounge chairs, first on her stomach, reading a book, sweating and glistening. Her wonderful behind, decorated only by a thong, covered in beads of sweat, getting slightly pink after hiding behind thick clothes for the winter. She was surrounded by green grass and trees. He could see her look at her watch, place the book down, and roll over, displaying those. “Maybe you should go up first Frank, I do have a rather short skirt on” she said softly which kind of pissed on my firework as I was hoping to get a look at her fine arse, “Sure Trish, no problem” I replied as I slowly started to walk up the stairs knowing full well that she was doing what I had hoped to do, she was admiring my arse getting a glimpse up the back of my tatty old shorts, I was fully aware that they weren’t covering much.“Oh yes” she said softly as we walked up slowly, “Very good.