They head to the mall to run around and goof off like they were so freely able to do just a few weeks prior to heading off to the hell they're now stu...k in. I see this every weekend. They are filled with energy and the indefensible feeling as they have just became independent and are on their way to stepping into full fledged manhood.Given that I want to use one of them (which I know they wouldn't object) for my wife's and my bidding, discretion is important to me.On a Friday, I get a hotel. It was still unlocked. She opened the door just a fraction to see if any lights were on but it was completely dark inside his room. She opened the door all the way and walked inside. "Michael?" She whispered. "Michael, are you awake?" Nothing. She walked across the living room to the opened door to the bedroom and looking inside. She could see his body curled up under the covers. "Michael?"He heard her the first time, in fact he heard her when she opened the door but he didn't want to scare her. I was so fucked. An irreverent, and probably ill-advised thought popped into my mind. Was this what Darth Vader felt when Obi Wan claimed the high ground? I couldn’t help but grin at the idea.“What are you smiling about?” came the growled question. “Get your ass back on the deck and back up. One wrong move, I will shoot you in the fucking head.”I did as I was told, dropping down off of the one step I had climbed and backing up until my back was to the rail around the first deck. Just below. So listen I am going to open a bottle of wine. You, go get out of those work clothes and put something appropriate on that you can model for me. I want to meet Annabelle properly!"She walked into the kitchen, but I was too stunned to move. After a few moments she peeked around the doorway and saw that I was still sitting there."Well? I don't think you are going to accomplish much just sitting there, so get going! I have plenty of reading material to keep me entertained. I'll be in the living.