Her breast was heaving and that meant that she was breathing heavily. So was I, painfully aware of my erection as I gazed at the top of her large brea...t, so tantalizingly close to me. I could smell the perfume that she had sprayed there, mixed with the unmistakable heavenly smell of woman.I slid the pin through the material, making a conscious effort not to touch any part of her body. From the corner of my eye, I watched our reflection in the mirror. Her head was bent; she was apparently gazing. After a generous settlement over a wrongful death lawsuit, Allie and I never worried much for material things. I was a 38 year old single father about to raise a daughter on my own.We did fairly well for the most part. Once she hit puberty, she didn’t like me as much as before. I guess that’s normal. It’s not that we didn’t get along, it’s just that she had an attitude a lot.Fortunately, it didn’t stop her from being a good kid. She continues to get good grades and is a star athlete. She is an. She was mad at him–furious even, no question about it. But she knew that getting into a pissing contest with him was a waste of time and energy.When Walter's mind was set on something, nothing on heaven or earth would sway him. She went into the house, slamming the door, and plopped down indignant on the living room sofa.She hated to be told what to do by anyone, including Walter, and the more she thought about it, the madder she got.How DARE he talk to her like that! He was the one who was. So it was part of the game! What was my role now? Did he want me to do something? Should I struggle against the bonds? Just to check, I tried touching my hands together to see if I could loosen one noose with the other hand, but it was useless, they were just too far apart. Suppose he wanted me to pretend he was really was gone and I was on my own. How would I get untied? I'd have to scream for help, I guess; and then someone would come to rescue me.What if a guy came to help?What if he was on.