His daughter was dressed in her cheerleader outfit: ultra-short red skirt and thin white sweater-blouse. She appeared to be practicing some cheerleade... moves in front of the mirror."Honey, I think we need to have a talk," Jeff said.His daughter Shellie halted her moves and raised her brows in puzzlement, and moved over the bed to sit up on the edge."What about, Daddy?" she asked."About sex, honey," he replied.She tilted her head and looked at him in bewilderment. This was so unlike her father,. . breakfast.” He had trouble getting his tongue around the unfamiliar word, and seemed to slur a little in general. She appreciated that learning an alien language must be difficult, but it was the responsibility of her hosts to provide her with a servant who was qualified and articulate. She sighed and swung her legs out from beneath her sheets to dangle over the edge of the bed and examined the meal. Two fried eggs, broken of course, toast that seemed to have been unevenly cooked over an open. I had dressed himlike a girl, tied him up, and put him in a closet to suffer inhumiliation. The longer I sat there The worse I felt. Chris had been in the closet about two hours when I couldstand the guilt no longer. I don't know why, I should have toldChris how terrible I had been to him and begged him for hisforgiveness but my foolish pride would not allow it. I walked overto the closet, opened the door, had Chris stand up, turned himaround untied his hands and the gag in his mouth,. I caught my own wife in bed with her boss too. His name was, is, Tom. I would have never known they were doing the horizontal tango, except I came home from work with the flu one day. Walking into our bedroom, they didn't hear me on the carpeted hall floor, I walked into our bedroom with Tom hammering away. My wife's legs were spread wide and she was grunting and urging him on. They both damn near had a heart attack when I walked in. Of course I did too, but didn't let on.Instead, I walked on.