After a very long time, she came back to me, and I willingly put up with theshock of the garden hose spraying me down. The evening was still very warm...but the water was so cold. She released me for a minute or two, and althoughI didn't dare take off the blindfold or gag, I did flex my arms and legs toreturn the circulation to them. ?Right' she said. This is not over yet. Shefastened my wrists behind my back and led me over to the patio. I obedientlyspread my legs apart as she pulled my. . Greg was sitting up in bed reading. Actually he was really just holding a book in front of him. He hadn't turned a page in over twenty minutes. His mind was preoccupied with Marcia and the fabulous sex they'd had yesterday. He was trying to come up with a way of getting her up to the attic without anyone else getting suspicious. Suddenly little Cindy stuck her head up from the stairway."Greg," she whispered, "we need you down in the boys room for a very important meeting." Then she was. " I bet you were." But Mum still brings it up whenever we have a row. I swear she thinks I'm about to do drugs or run off to the circus or something. I hate it, I was fourteen and I fucked up, but she brought it up when she came home. I mean things were sort of OK until Mum found several used condoms in the bin in the lounge and bathroom. Then Dad noticed his spirits were missing and all hell broke loose. I thought Dad was going to hit Kev but Kev said it was all you and Mum starts with the. Mmm. Not that we were going to make love three times a day as we did when we were first married, but often. And that night ... only twice. And twice more in the morning.“It’s so quiet,” she sighed. Not only quiet, but stuffy. We went around opening the windows to the August air. Lily returned from the basement with two box fans that I set in the windows to get air circulating through the house. We’d visited Spain as well as Italy, finding my mother’s and father’s homes. Of course, there were no.