The floor is flooded with an inch of water at all times and the air conditioner runs at a constant freezing. He rationalizes it as being a way to disc...urage him from doing any kind of activities. Not that he would be to do any. He is fed once a day and it is just enough to keep his body’s nutrition levels up. With the daily beatings, he barely has enough energy to think. How long have I been here?All he really has at this point is his thoughts. It’s regulation to have deniability, but why would. “Okay. The same for you.” She thought about it and added, “But I still have to like them first.”It seemed whatever was bothering her was gone. A sly grin emerged on her pretty face. “Did you and Mom ever do anything kinky?”I smiled. “Define kinky.”“Hold on.” Her finger was a blur on the iPhone. “Like BDSM, or necrophilia, Oh yuk! That’s, like, sex with dead bodies! How about exhibitionism? Or troilism? And look at this! Jeez, Dad, do people really like sex with statues?”“What are you. However on the other hand, we must converse about this:Nothing tastes better than a woman’s lips.Licking and softly kissing them for hours excites me,As I tantalize your angelic face with my coarse facial hair.My dear exquisite princess, I cannot cease to crave you.For I’m so swollen, continuous throbs enthralling my spiritAs you gently kiss my neck, fingernails scratching my chest.I fondle and play with your erected pink nipples.Without failure, I will inform you on how feminine you are,As I’m. I had no idea that you would propose this. I'll need some time to think about it. Can I get back to you next week?"Bartlett replied, "Sure Darien. Think it over. Give us your answer on Monday. Okay?"Darien was escorted out and bade goodbye by the whole group. They watched him as headed for his truck. He'd just reached it when one of those summer Florida thunderstorms hit. The storm dumped water in sheets for ten minutes. While it rained, Darien just sat with the truck running and air on. He was.