T.I.S.H. Ray, and went pale."Dad, you didn't get shot with this, did you?" she asked worriedly."No kitten, I tackled the guy before he could pull the ...rigger. What is it?" It's a device that causes, uh... sexual compulsions in the people it's used on," Michelle responded, a bit uncomfortable at having to discuss sex with her dad. As close as they were, her dad was pretty old-fashioned, so they never really talked about topics like that together. Michelle had had to learn about her sexuality. He’d paid Clarissa for their wonderful evening together. She’d seemed keen to leave following the sex, he’d half expected her to forget asking for the money! No such luck but it was the best grand he’d spent in a good long while. He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife not the least bit interested in the details of his trip, nor in his amorous advances, situation normal. The weekend had passed as they usually did with any excuse to get the hell out of. That is what you did as a child,” she said.“Auntie Hattie, I had forgotten that, but yes I remember now,” I responded.“Timmy you are the spitting image of your father when he was your age. So tall and handsome, I would have known you anywhere,” she said.“That is very kind of you Mrs. McGuire, I mean, Aunt Hattie,” I replied.“Please come to my house and visit with me, we have so much to talk about,” she said,Aunt Hattie lived next door to us, and I was wanting to see the old home place, so I. I liked that there was a clear chain of command. There was harmony in the house. No arguments and no one was running away or skipping school. Everything was settled with the paddle or rope. I found it difficult to sleep without rope touching my skin. At school, I am painfully shy, and the girls I like are the bitches like my mother and sister were. They don’t like nice, polite boys,” she said.Claire nodded in agreement, “No, we do not,” she chuckled.I wanted to be less like Kyle than ever.