A boutique beauty... an upper class twit... She had the ability to do so much more."I don't want to come here any more." What?" Weekends... or in the ...ummer... or at Thanksgiving or Easter." What are you talking about?" I asked my sixteen year old daughter. It had been a difficult two and a half years for both of us since she'd left with her mom."You don't think like us... like mommy and me. Or grampa Cooperman. You're so..." she trailed off, her nose in the air, her teenage disdain for me. If this is my fantasy you now have to take a shower and come outnaked." I started to walk. She caught my wrist in a iron grip. I tried to breakaway but was helpless. She produced a red rope from under the bed. Shetwisted my hand behind my back and tied them tightly. The rope cut into myskin. "I don't want you to play with yourself before we are ready. Nowkiss my feet and move to obey." I said, "No way."She slapped me hard. It was so unexpected that I almost fell. She caughtme by my hair, "You. Dhire dhire wo garam hone lagi thi. Tab meine use kaha, Seema didi chal apne kare uttar kar nangi ho ja. Mein tujhe nangi dekhna chahta hoon.” Wo hairani se meri taraf dekhne lagi to meine kaha, “Aaj bade natak kar rahi hai. Raat bunty bahiya ke samne to badi jaldi nangi ho gayi thi. Chal aab der mat kar kutiya. Waise bhi mein tujhe kai baar nahate dekh chukka hoon par aaj paas se nangi dekhne mei bada maja aayega.”Seema didi chup chap khadi rahi to mein uske ek nipple ko jor se pakar kar. He studied her for a moment before speaking. "I love you, Kelly. I want you to be—" She cut in before he could finish. "Please don't think this is about you, it's...it's not that. I love you, Justin. It's just...you're wonderful, and making love is fine, but sometimes I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass. I want—" "To be fucked like a slut? Used and degraded?" Kelly's eyes widened; she waited for the inevitable blowup, but it never came. Justin merely regarded her coolly, finally.