"Do I have to?" I begged."Yes, Nathan, you were spying on me, trying to see me naked, over there behind the fence masturbating. Now, you have to do it...right here. While I watch." But that means I have to ... um, take out my..." Yes, Nathan, it means you have to take your clothes off and masturbate." My clothes? All of them?" Yes, Nathan, all of them."I didn't know what else to do, so I pulled off my teeshirt, then pulled my shorts down and stood there in my navy briefs. As scared as I was, they. I didn’t have to say anything at all.” I looked at my phone. “Two perps, one gun. Five hostages. My house. Bonnie is a perp.”Brian smashed the butt of his gun down on my phone and pushed me backward into the others.His eyes were wild, looking around for his escape.“I would guess you have about four minutes before the first patrol gets here. I would run if I were you.”We could hear the wail of sirens in the distance.“Maybe less,” I said. “Tick tock.”“Come on Brian,” said Bonnie, “Let’s go!”“No,”. Do you want to break that promise, now," I asked her."Never!"she said. "I belong to you." Yes, you do belong to me. And what happens if you break a rule? I asked.She paused and said, "I must be punished." Alright then. You will be punished. What should your punishment be, sweetheart?"She paused again for several seconds, then looked at me and said, "I think you should whip me your belt, 20 strokes." Alright," I said. "Go get my thick belt.". Ginger got to her feet and ran to our bedroom. . He reached for his coffee cup, and found it nearly empty and too cool to drink. Easily solved; he buzzed Mollie three times, the signal for another cup.A few seconds later, the door opened -- not Mollie, but Dale McMullen, the president of the Defenders, carrying two cups of coffee. "I was coming this way, anyway," Dale said, allowing the door to close behind him. He set a cup of coffee down on Harper's mail-cluttered desk, then found a seat on the couch by the window. "Got some good news," he.