Whatever he was doing didn't take long. Complaining that he could only use what he'd brought to discipline his wife, he unclipped the chain holding my...wrists and ankles together and lifted me from the couch. My ankles were secured together by a short chain and I could babystep where he led me. I stepped onto something that felt like a mat. There was something hard, metal, extending up from the mat. Holding me in place with one hand the other pulled something hard, thick and lubricated up to my. I was feeling really horny when I got home and needed some relief. It was a present to myself” she said.I must have looked really puzzled because she then said “you do know what I mean, don't you?”The blank expression on my face must have been a give away.“Do you mean to tell me you don't masturbate?”“I'm not sure what you mean” I said.“You know...touch yourself “down there””.My parents always told me not to touch myself “down there” because it was dirty and, not being a rebellious c***d, I. All of the guns were kept in perfect working orderminus the firing pins kept in his desk with the ammo."TERRI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" exclaimed Daddy when he saw me loading thegun."Getting ready to kill them, then myself." DON"T! PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!" Speak, Daddy. But if you can't convince me to stop, I'll still do it,even if it takes a lifetime."I have a way to stop them and their parents. Give me a chance. If I failyou, I will personally load the Winchester for you." Done."[*][*][*]I felt. What do they know? What do most of the people in the world know? You feel, Emma. You feel much more deeply than most of the people in the world do, and it's a gift. You think it's a sickness but it's a gift, and I want to show you how to use it. You don’t know what kind of treasure you have inside, but I do. Look— Grab your books and come with me. Come on?"I picked up my briefcase and Emma took a moment to wipe her eyes and straighten her clothes, then retrieved her books and I held the door.