I sent someone out to the ranch, but you are not in the barn.”
Shit, my safety message wouldn’t email for another couple of hours. “Kelly, do you promise to obey whatever I tell you to do from this day forward?”
As I again answered, “Yes,” the second brand burned into my flesh. Porn Uncle Jack replied, “Two days. This story is copyright (c) 2008 by The Technician. After I towed it out to the cabin, I went up on the bluff and lowered the cable from the Jeep. That would be the pain. Tracey has agreed to take on the responsibility of controlling your addiction for you until you find a permanent mate who is willing to take on the task.”
Uncle Jack held up two small utensils that looked like strangely shaped fondue forks except that they had electric cords coming out of the handles.
