I love watching her fingers claw desperately at the knots holding each wrist to its opposite elbow so her arms make a triangle behind her back. I sett...e into my armchair and admire her long blonde hair. It has just enough wave to give it a flowing texture as it cascades over her shoulders from underneath the straps of the gag that's holding her mouth permanently open for my pleasure. At first, I thought I would show some compassion by leaving the rubber plug out of the metal shower drain that's. And still no sign of Ellen. She shook out her long black hair and stood up to take the dishes back to the sink.Not that she regretted giving the child permission to visit with the Carters down the block for the weekend. They had plenty of room, and probably too much money, and they could always find interesting things to do with Ellen. As for herself, she had welcomed a free night so that she and Billy Erspamer could cavort in various positions and places about the house without worrying about. It was as if there were secrets in the air — as if no one was sure who knew quite what was proper any more. And then Izzy turned back to me and smiled, asked, "What you and Hester got planned today?"And then I knew I was, and always would be, just family.That's when thoughts of Izzy began to drive me a little insane. She was no longer just one more fantasy I could dip into, one of the many women from my everyday world I pressganged into the service of my sexual interior. Purely non-sexual. We started some small talk about R and I enjoying “recreational sex” and the swinging lifestyle. Jim kept looking at Rebecca and touching her hand at times. I could feel the “electricity” between them. Then I noticed that Rebecca’s hand was below the table and was moving back and forth in a funny manner. She was watching me watching her…. Then she dropped a fork off the side of the table and asked me to pick it up for her. When I bent over to pick the fork up, she used her foot to push.