I was petting A'moth's head. Gosh, she smelled so wonderful. "I love you," I whispered."And I love you. I came so close to losing you... I was frantic...when I was searching for you... I didn't find out which hotel you were in until after you left for the courthouse. And if I had come just a few days later... It would have been too late, at least for Isabelle."I shuddered. "Losing Isabelle... How could her bio father be so cruel, to sell her into slavery?"A'moth shook her head. "Not slavery.. Get on the bed, Max."I got on the bed slowly. I wasn't sure I liked this but Aunt Marti seemed to know what she was doing.The cloth handcuffs was a simple strip of cloth with Velcro on the ends. Aunt Marti wrapped one of my wrists with one end of the cloth."Is that too tight?" No, it's fine."Aunt Marti pulled both of my arms over my head and looped the loose end of the cloth around one of the bars on the headboard. She then wrapped my other wrist with the free end of the cloth. Both of my hands. “It’s just a lot more stable than holding on to this wall – not that there’s anything to hold on to in the first place. And I don’t want to be so close to the toilet, either.”“Go ahead,” you say. “But if I fall, I’m taking us both down.”She rests her hand on your lower back. She’s much closer to you now. “Then don’t fall,” she says softly.“I won’t,” you say.You stay like this for some time, standing beside each other, her head bouncing lightly against your shoulder. Finally, she speaks: “You’ve. I shrugged my shoulders holding my glass of water in my hands. "Not much, you know the same. My ten-year-old is doing good in school. My six-year-old just only started school, and really seems to love it. Then my eighteen-year-old is quite a handful. She has been more aggressive lately and of course I could tell her to move out, but I don't want to lose my girls. I love them too much." Sam smirks. "You mean you love looking at her college ass." I go wide eyed. "Sam!" I yell but quickly go quite.