"Fuck off, Steve!" she snarls, displaying the infamous ire of the Irish. "If you don't fuck her, some other man will, and she'll feel ****d, traumatiz...d. Is that what you want for this young girl who loves you?"Jesus, those Catholics know how to pile on the guilt! "All right, I concede. When?" "Tomorrow night." Fine," I say. But I'm angry too, feeling more than a little manipulated. I take it out on Sharon by ordering her to her hands and knees on the bed. She obeys immediately, whereupon I. Eve closed her eyes and he drew the scarf over her eyelids and secured it firmly in a bow at her temple. He brushed a finger down her cheek before securing a ball gag in her mouth and fastening the buckle on it. He then reached under the table again and brought out two small objects. Eve strained to hear what was going on, hoping for a sound to give her a clue as to what lay in store when Cade returned to the head of the table and placed the objects in each of her ears.Foam earplugs, Eve. The youngest k**s had already gone to sleep while our mothers chatted companionably by the fire with their eyes more on the fishing lines and our fathers told jokes and drank beer sitting on the two cots near the front of the tent also keeping their attention on the lines as the fish had been biting well and the two ice coolers were beginning to fill up. In the morning they would clean the fish caught overnight before resuming in the morning so Sandra and I managed to commandeer a sleeping bag. She led me to the first picture, a long, tall, realistic picture of a woman in a flowing white dress, slit up the thigh. ‘I’ll get changed,’ she said. I was surprised – though of course it made sense she would want to wear something special for the pictures. She went into her office and emerged a few minutes later wearing a remarkably similar dress to the woman in the picture. Suddenly, I felt her sensuality, as if I had never noticed it before, it was almost palpable, hanging in the air like.