‘Not on me, I’m sorry. Give me some credit?’ She cocked her head and batted her eyelashes outrageously. ‘On account then.’ Gene resumed his ...fforts, toweling Michele off briskly. ‘On account of what?’ asked Michele. Gene reached around Michele and under the cheeks of her ass to dry them, putting his lips to her ear. ‘On account of your sweet cheeks, darling.’ His beard brushed Michele’s jaw and his breath made the small hairs on the back of Michele’s neck stand on end. She was mortified to feel. There in the middle of the living room floor is Mara. Her tiny little frame is sitting on one of our backless bar stools, stark naked and restrained.It seems she’s been waiting for me to get home for a while. This is just an amazing site to behold. She has her ankles handcuffed to the legs of the stool. She is bent over so that her stomach is against the tops of her thighs, and her wrists are handcuffed to the legs of the stool as well. This eliminates the possibility of her sitting up. She. She usually cleans the room in the morning before her market trip. After that she won’t come upstairs. So the whole day, I can hide in my room. I stood on the corner of stairs from where I have a view of verandah. Rambo came and had some usual talks with mother and straight away went to the work. I heard tool sounds from the bathroom. 10-15 minutes went. There is silence. I took a chance.Silently I went downstairs. If they see me, then I have to say that I am not well and I have to get some. Every class has a few. Young boys who are no trouble to their teacher, bringing passable homework for marking each day, answering their names with a simple “Sir” when called and keeping quiet and without opinion during debates, seldom, if ever raising a hand to a class question. They seem to survive unnoticed and in the background and achieve school reports that adequately satisfy their parents.The boy who was agaze back at me was one such. I knew his name but very little else about him as I'd.