" Cleo said."Too hot to cook." Molly knew that." Cleo finally looked up from the papers she was working on. "She made fried chicken and put it in the ...ridge to cool. There's slaw and tater salad too." Cleo smiled. "A feast for a hot summer evening." God invented perfection when He made Molly."I toted out the food and plopped it all on the kitchen island. I ignored plates and tossed a fork to Cleo and retained one for myself. "No dishes" I explained and we ate, dipping into the bowls with our. "Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours and began moving in the humiliating position across the softness of the rung, afraid of the long black whip held menacingly in his hand."Faster, faster, you little bitch, Max said we was to teach you a little respect and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the whip cracking across the room to catch her with just the tip on her left buttock.Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped. I bound her wrists with an old silk scarf of hers. My hand caressed her back and slid slowly down the firm curve of her buttocks. I could now feel, as well as see, her trembling."Are you afraid?" I asked."Very much," she said, her voice barely under control.I brought out my new acquisition. In France it was called a Prie Dieu.Imagine a chair, with a narrow, padded seat, only an inch or two above the floor, and two poles framing the back that end, at the top with a flat shelf side. It was a. Earl noticed.Turning to her, he said, "I'm guessing that your parents will not be there." Sarah shook her head as a tear came down her cheek. Earl grabbed a box of tissues, leaned forward, and handed the box to her, "That's okay. They don't need to be." He leaned back again and looking at the both of them, said, "Tell me about yourselves."Greg and Sarah talked about their jobs, their living together, their love for each other. After about twenty minutes, Earl interjected, "My gosh, to hear you.