Then I resumed talking. I explained toGeorge that it had been a strange time for me, with no work of myown, no children to tend, too few friends, and...no husband. I'd letmyself go as he was letting himself go now. I'd gained a littleweight. Some days I didn't bother to get dressed. I'd starteddrinking -- Margaritas laced with tranquillizers were what got methrough my worst days, even my better days.George was appalled. Worse than appalled, he was staggered. I'dgone through that hard time. She instructed me to get onto the patient’s bed so that she could inspect my ankle.As I did so, Dr Jillian removed her coat for comfort, placing it on her chair before making her way over to me. She was wearing a purple blouse and a dark skirt. I was lying on my side, with my left ankle facing towards her, my right shoulder propped me up as I spoke to her, explaining what had happened. She moved towards my ankle and bent forward to examine it, touching it softly. As she bent forward, her blouse. It was getting late and Karen and I haven't eaten anything since lunch. It was beginning to look like we were going to need our strength.Karen suggested that I take Lisa upstairs and try out one of the new leather devices on her while she started supper. I pulled out some of the leather straps that I bought for Karen at the adult bookstore. They fit Lisa just fine.I attached straps to her upper thighs and then I put her wrists in the attached cuffs. I attached another strap to her elbows and. Me: shhhhh. Don’t say sorry dad. You dint do anything wrong.Dad: what? (in a confused state)Me: yes dad you sacrificed you whole life for me. You dint marry another girl just to care about me. You earned a lot and raised me like a prince. You did all this just to me. So I am ready to give up myself to you. So please don’t say sorry dad.Dad: (with tears rolling down his eyes) I am sorry thought dearHe bends his head and kissed me in my forehead. Later having some conversation we went to have our.
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