I am kneeling. my hands cuffed behind me and I cannot do much more than flap my hands against my back. I know I’ve done something bad, but I don’t have time to work up a list. He squats, so he’s staring deep into my soul. When he’s in the glasses, I know it will …
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Brent and I had been looking forward to the weekend. Our bosses had made huge demands on both of us all week, so when my Uncle Neil asked if I wouldn’t mind house sitting for the weekend, I jumped at the chance. The house sat on the beach. Through one sliding door, across a small …