I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard the back door open. I assumed it was my husband and the boys, although it was early for them. Without turni...g around I yelled hello boys, and a strange voice replied right behind me, “Hi Teach”. Shocked I spun around and was met face to face with one of the inmates from the prison. He was a black man. 6’2 and muscular. He smiled and grabbed me by my shoulders. I began to scream but he showed me a knife and told me to shut the fuck up. I listened.. .. Yes, I'll need to do something about that... (sigh) Yeah... No, that's okay... All right... Talk to you Monday. 'Bye."After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed her boyfriend, "I just had a conversation with Elisa. I want you to go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle and the cane, get completely undressed, and wait for me."He looked up at her, "What's -" "No argument!" Stacy snapped. "NOW! GO!"Stacy stood firmly, her hands on her hips, with a stern. I said "Is that my wife's thong?" "Oh shit man, I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have done that." he said. "Uh... it's ok. It's just some panties" I replied. "Oh shit man, I mean it. I'm sorry. They were just right there and I have a thing for panties. I'm not thinking about your wife, I just can't really resist." He said pleadingly. "It's ok man. Every guy smells dirty panties. I would have done the same thing" I reassured him. "I guess man, you can smell Natalie's (His wife) panties if you. “Sure, come on it.” ​The SWAT members entered with the new reporter. A small, scrawny guy who looked like he was in his early 20’s but had the nerve of a bull rider. ​“Guys,” Corey said to the SWAT soldiers. “check him for cameras. I don’t want another unprecedented appearance on TV as such.” ​The SWAT soldiers did a pat down and found a small device that registered as a video camera. Corey sighed. ​“Ok, make this quick. You’ve got 5 minutes.” ​“Alright, first off my name is Ron Gonzalez. Next,.