The back seats had been removed, and in the center, where Cheryl was now being set, were two metal ankle cuffs bolted into the floor. These were lock...d into place, forcing Cheryl to sit on her knees, wincing at how tight they were. Just behind her now, there was a bench bolted to the side of the van. This doubled both as a place to sit and a tool box, as the seat of the bench was a lid that could be opened. Lydia now delved into this, pulling out two lengths of rope, amongst some other toys. . .. or even if I have a type. All that I do know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I’ve tried I sounded like an idiot. So I just ignore it and change the subject.”“Dude!” Dillon was gobsmacked. “All you have to do is nod,” he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “So you think cat girl is cute?”“I guess. Or maybe I’m just ready to give being an actual teenager a go,” he admitted.“That’s great bro!” Dillon praised, patting Theodore on the back as the elevator. .. for ANY reason... if something's wrong, and you DON'T take her in..."I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. How does she DO that, I asked myself. How does my slave-wife ALWAYS get her way? I sighed. Because Brenda's always right, I conceded. But someday... someday I'm going to show her who's REALLY boss around here."Go get dressed," I ordered them, and they all rushed out of the room as I picked up the phone.Forty-five minutes later, we were all waiting at the gynecologist's office. I'd called. The normal murmurs of conversation, shuffling of bags and packages, the occasional ring of a cell. A little quieter than normal, but that was good. As he looked around, he caught sight of a woman further down. She was very striking and beautiful, and she knew it. Long, straight blond hair with the short bangs up front he liked. She had a red business suit/dress on, from what he could tell through the crowd. And she held herself with what he could only describe as a confident poise. Very likely.