'I've been drugged', you think as you realize that although you should be screaming, you can't muster a whimper.The surface of the table feels cool ag...inst your skin. Your perspective is odd because the table is slanted downward toward your feet at about a fifteen degree angle. The end of the table is turned up to form a platform for your feet and straps of some soft but solid material wrap around your unclothed body. One wraps around each thigh holding your legs slightly apart. One around each. While Megan looked for her old uniform, with help from the boys. I took a look at Carly’s pc. Not protected it was easy to sort out her photo files and what I found confirmed what I suspected. At some point in her life Carly had been as bad, if not worse than her children. I took a copy of the folder and joined the kids in Megan’s bedroom where I found them once again in an arse fucking line. Martin up Megan and Matt up Martin. I watched them till they had finished and then told Megan to put on. “If I chose to be the poor little woman with the cheating husband; that was my affair.” she added.“So what changed?” I asked, still bewildered.“Oh, so many things,” Julie replied with a sigh. “Perhaps I’d just had enough. I suppose the final straw was when Chris and Helen split up.”Chris and Helen had been friends of theirs; a pleasant if unremarkable couple I had met several times at Julie and Tony’s house. They had separated eighteen months ago and were now divorcing.“You mean Tony…” I began,. .”“I’m watching them, Mom!” Angela pointed to where the six-year-old girl and the eight-year-old boy had decided that if no one else was interested in staying in line, then it was okay to take cuts. Gary was helping his sister into Santa’s lap.“Thank you honey. Mom’s going to be busy for a bit. Can you keep track of them and not stray too far?” Thank goodness the middle school had lost power today. At thirteen Angela could be trusted to keep track of the kids.Clara looked around. “I need a.