And more silence. And more silence. And suddenly, like a wave breaching a sea wall, his panic escapes, and takes over. He jumps up and stumbles out to...the generator, kicking his way through the kitchen and through the squeaky, creaking wooden door. His senses are reeling, and his balance is poor. He pinballs towards the generator, almost diving at the switch and cutting the power off. The generator dies slowly, spluttering almost reluctantly to a halt. He stands in the now-dark outhouse. The. After one drink, we headed upstairs. Even before the door was completely closed behind us, we shared our first real kiss. God it was sweet. My head was floating higher that I thought possible. She then showed me a half dozen lingerie sets she had bought from Victoria’s Secret for the occasion. Shaking, I chose the white one, wishing that I had thought to bring something more enticing than my regular old underwear. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I lit candles, at least I had. He looked around the corner and saw the agents at the door of the shed looking towards the house. Rover raced out of the shed towards John. John waved to them and slowly moved towards the porch. A gun barrel was sticking out in front of him. He searched around to see what he could find. He spotted a stick and picked it up staying out of sight as much as possible. He waited for the gun to stop firing. The barrel disappeared as the man inside reloaded and then reappeared. John quickly stuck the. He said some new house rules; he said I didn’t need to cover up around him any more. As long as your mother wasn’t around you don’t need clothes. Part of me loved this and part of me hated it with passion. I hated wearing clothes period, I always felt more free naked but having that choice taken was what I didn’t like. He informed me I would tell him when I was slut outside of this house. He told me if I wanted to be slut then I would be the best damn one I could with his help. He forced me to.