The doctor wanted me to see a therapist. We both recognized that I suffered from PTSD. We just differed on how to treat it. I took the antidepressants... but not the therapy. I wasn't ready to talk about it.I found the upstairs just as I had left it. Well it had a lot more dust, but I didn't mind. I fell into the bed and slept from 3 PM till 5 AM the next morning. I took a shower in the warm bathroom thanks to the additional heat provided by the ceramic heater. The automatic account debits, by. Jen sat in an easy chair to drink her coffee, admire the view and process her situation. Sarah emerged from the closet with a navy turtleneck, an A-line skirt and a pair of pumps. “This is all you need to wear. Go light on the makeup. You’ll be awesome.”“No underwear, I suppose.”“Girls don’t wear much underwear around here except for special occasions. And then it’s usually the only thing you wear.”The young women laughed.Sarah departed. Jen put on makeup and the outfit Sarah set out.. I instinctively tried to wriggle out of the cuffs, soon realizing that was indeed an exercise in futility."What don't you understand slave boy?" With that, she again pushed the end of the riding crop down to my crotch against my cock, which was now quite hard.I stood there with my cuffed hands extended just staring at her. She really did look quite hot. I thought she was taking this Halloween thing way too serious, but quickly realized she was not going to take no for an answer."What don't you. “So, what do you think?” Ox asked. “What is your take on the homebodies? On Homeland Policy?”“Not that it matters much,” Gath said, “but my take is that homebodies are a people who kill each other and us indiscriminately and seem to even get a thrill out of doing it. They’re a people who can’t read and don’t want to learn how, but can still figure out how to build and accurately fire eighty-millimeter mortar shells that will blast through marine armor. They’re a people who cut off the torkin’.