"Nooooo. . ." the blonde moaned as he held up a red ballgag. "Oh yes, honey," Eric grinned, "You must wear everything in the box before I can take ...t off you." Shelly was foxed and she knew it. Bound as she was, he could force her into wearing everything or she could just let him do it and get his Christmas Eve fun, a present to him from her, though one that she hadn't planned on in the least. She opened her mouth and Eric eased the gag into it, tightening the straps behind her head. . You have to stand there with your hands behind your back, watching me and anticipating what is going to happen.?I can feel your wide eyes staring at me. You are nervous but know not to fidget. I glance over my shoulder and I see that you are hiding a smile. I intend to make sure that you aren’t even of thinking of smiling by the time I am finished. You are scared but you are also looking forward to your punishment. I can almost see the thoughts running through your head. You remember calling me. Depressed. That's how cops die or slide into a bottle. That's where I was until one of those chance intersections of lives pulled me out; one of those pitches life throws at you that you can decide to turn away from, or allow it to change you forever.A loss of that perspective, a loss of my ability to remember the magic in life and the accumulated weight of too many arrows and too much caring about them had led me to that hotel room in Seattle. I hadn't felt this bad in years and while I was in. Both of them.”“So... ?”“Impeachment. At the least. Jail time, I hope.”“Aw, honey.”“What?”“Impeachment talk — at this stage anyway — is ludicrous. Liberal masturbation. FantasyLand.”“But ... but...”“This President has the highest base approval rating of anyone since W right after 9/11. So, one aide found guilty of some obscure charges. Another pleaded ... meh.”“Meh! Gertie!”“Look, honey, this Congress is ... full of ostrich Republicans. See no evil. They’re just like the Democrats were with.