Not that he was superaffectionate, but he would give me hugs, ruffle my hair, kiss the top of myhead. You know normal dad stuff but that car ride was ...ifferent. There wasa tension not a negative tension either, it was more like we were playing agame of chicken and neither of us wanted to make the first move, but weboth knew that that ball would drop, and who's court it would be in neitherof us could tell.We drove up to a dark but rather large building with windows that coveredthe whole front of. Tall, muscular, rich, a famous playboy and the son of the mayor, he was an incredible catch, one that Tia constantly felt insecure about, as if he might bolt at any moment once he realized she wasn't his equal.He thought the place she lived was a dump, she was sure. He always seemed amazed when he visited, like he was in a foreign land. Tia, unfortunately, didn't have any money. Her parents had barely been able to get her into college, and there was no telling how she'd be able to return for a. "What the fuck is this? What happened? Where the hell is the bastardwho did this to me? If I am not free in ten seconds, I am going to ripyour head off and stuff it up your ass! When ..."About that time, Bob pulled the Glock from his pocket and let Anthonysee it. That shut him up pretty quick."Well, Anthony seems no worse for wear, at least for the moment. Dr.Hanson, if you will sit back down, we can finish our conversation andeveryone can be on their respective ways."Amy returned to the couch. ??So do I hon, and if it doesn?t, we?ll sell him! No problem!?Hans and I had gone on a spending spree buying all sorts of cuffs, chains, hoists, clothes and more clothes and -- happy days -- a few state of the art fucking machines. We had carpenters altering the barn for show purposes and had them build the tables, benches, etc. for various show tableaux. We arranged stadium type seating, a box office and rest rooms for ladies and men.We also installed special lighting and closed circuit.