“Your place, your rules. Hey, let’s face it. You’re pretty much the boss of us, too. Might as well play along and roll with the punches. I’m t...inking that this deal works best for us: when at the Watsons’, do as the Watsons say, but when at the Bottom houses, we all follow the leader, namely you, George. Sound like a fair deal?” Carver proposed.“Sweet and square, my friend. So ... in that case, Carver, I want you to shower with Shannon. Now. The largest person here with the smallest. Needless. My plan shifted. I wanted to ensure an orgasm while on this ride. A few moments passed until the idea came to me: I hadn’t used my Ben Wa balls in quite some time. This ride was a great opportunity to test them out again. I turned to my dresser and fished for them in the bottom of my sock drawer. I felt the velvet fabric of the box and pulled it out, socks flying to the floor. My hands shook with anticipation as I opened the box, revealing two shiny, smooth, stainless steel balls. My reflection. Then you will go back to your room and dress for your days work." He paused to let his words sink in. Then, "We retire at 10.30pm each evening. You will go to your room remove your clothes, then go to the bathroom and wash for bed. You will be back in your room by 10.55pm, when I will lock the door. And lights out at 11pm." "Is all that clear and understood boy?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "You will address me as Sir or Father boy," he barked. "Yes Father," I answered. "Good, now one other. " I confirmed, although I wondered what that had to do with anything. I think she, like me, wanted to discuss it between us before the rest of the world knew about it."That's good. See you in 10 then." She said, and after we exchanged (temporary) farewells, picked up the place as best as I could. Don't get me wrong, Matt's saved my butt more then once on issues, but his housekeeping leaves a bit to be desired, and god knew I didn't want a copy of Playboy with Miss September showing all when.