I told her that she could never tell about that and that I wouldnt ever discuss it with her. She wouldnt let go of it so I did finally tell her about...Uncle Abrahams talk about how our Scottish ancestors changed a 15 year-old boy into a man. She must have thought about that for several weeks and actually went to the library to see if she could find more information. The only thing she could find, she told me the next week, was that people in Scotland used to live so far apart that young people. I, on the other hand, was bored with it. In time I ended up spending more time taking care of the house and doing the books out of a basement office. Life was getting pretty good. Al's oldest boy, Frank, wasn't very bright but he was a nice kid and popular. The other one, Bud, was a good student but a zero with chicks. Al was really grateful for his new prosperity and wanted to get me a gift. I had been worried about losing my hair and Al knew it. He sent away for Dr.Iggy's Miracle. Or happy. She had come to have c***dren. Maybe becoming a slave helped, since she had never tried it before.Until now he had been a good lover and had brought her closer to a real orgasm than anyone had ever done before. Maybe it was really because she was tied up. She decided for her future as a mother and against her freedom. She opened her eyes again and smiled at him. She had decided, to love him. Maybe he would even make her happy.Her enslavement was only temporary. Not much more than a. We returned to the hallway where the illusion of the fissure had been. Now, it was just a broken hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all cracked as if the ground around the stone had shifted several times over the years, but there was no chance of getting hurt unless one happened to be unlucky enough to fall just right on a crack and get cut open by a sharp edge.We moved through that hallway and stopped at a T-intersection. We can come in from the left. I pointed to the right. “Do we go.