I held out my hand to help him stand. I lay down on the bed on my stomach, my hands behind me. I bent my legs, and I told him to tie the other end to ...y ankles. I could feel his soft hands on my legs. He started to tie it. “Be firm,” I told him. “Make sure I can’t get loose.” He pulled tight. Could feel my arms pulled behind me, my legs pulled up tight. This was good. I told him to pull my head to the edge of the bed. Now, get my bag. Get the camera and set it up. He took the camera to the. When she finished she stood silently and looked down. He reached a hand out and grasped her chin, pushing her face upward to look at him. In his other hand was a dress."Put this on, we're going out." She unfolded it and pulled the simple dress over her head. It was pure white and tight, she knew that in the hot sunlight outside she would be practicly transparent. Back in the living room Rick and Jack looked her over by the window in the sunlight. Rick slipped his hand under the short skirt and. I simply cannot escape the wretchedness of this holiday. Lord save me from Christmas loving baby girls. He doesn’t respond, typical. “I appreciate that you love Christmas in all its…yeah. But maybe, just maybe, you could have warned daddy, considering he’s spent all day surrounded by Christmas…cheer.” I say with a great deal of sarcasm unable to help myself. "Well, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, silly daddy. Come on I want to show you all the stuff," she squeals as she grabs me by the. I rolled over onto my back from the fetal position. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to remember what happened the night before. But it was a total blank. I never drink too much but evidently I did last night. So this is what they call “blackout drunk,” whoever “they” are. The sheets were so luxurious, obviously we had checked into a nice hotel. But where? I crawled from the bed, leaving the rumpled sheet behind and padded across the room to the floor to ceiling window. I was drawn to the.