Though the allure of being a knight does sound good, it also brings further responsibilities. It is THOSE that I believe they will balk at.”“Hmmm ...erhaps you’re right Roth, maybe I should prevail upon their sense of duty?” Bill suggested.Roth was scratching his head staring at Bill with a suspicious look. “Uh huh. Just how do you presume to do that?”“Oh, something I remember my father telling me. I’ll just throw them in the dungeon ‘til they agree.” Bill said nonchalantly.Roth began to smile. Confused, little Lisa ran up after her... sibling. "Thanks Jason, this means a lot to me!" My dad told me. He began to check out the machine, forgetting all about the rest of us."Come on Tommy, let's go up to "My" room." I said. Tommy and I walked upstairs to Jenny's room. When we went inside, Jenny was lying on the bed, still crying. "Get out of "My" room, twerp!" I screamed in my best imitation of her most demanding tones. "This is still my room. Go away, you little body-thief!" she. My later adventures with my ex-teacher Mrs. Stern and the assertively liberated female Doctor Angela Proudbum were greatly enhanced because the two nimble teenagers added a lot of needed spice to our couplings.Now, it appeared that the ultra-submissive Tiffany had come under the sway of a depraved married man with four small children and a basement decorated with implements of a dedicated BDSM enthusiast focused on kinky nocturnal activities. I wondered how he got away with it with his spouse. I felt my husband’s playful squeeze of my hand. He enjoyed the moment. What was he planning? Evidently, he was happy with how it was starting. My attire was having the effect he evidently had hoped for. We went out to the same restaurant as Paul, Peter and I did on Sunday night. Paul and Peter exchanged glances as we pulled up, but nothing was said. After all, the restaurant was rated as one of the best in Chicago. Being a Tuesday evening, the restaurant was not as crowded, and we were seated.