“Now you’re gonna get it!” I shouted, unable to completely disguise the amusement in my tone.I leapt from the couch, clawing over my shoulders and under my shirttail for the ice cube my laughing step-daughter had dropped under my collar. I spun around.Before me, on the far side of our family room couch, stood my eighteen-year-old step-daughter, Christina. …
It was about five in the morning when I slipped the
handcuffs around my eight-teen-year-old stepdaughter Lisa’s
wrists and cuffed her to her headboard. It wasn’t
necessary, but since just last night she had seen me
cuff her mother in the same way, I couldn’t let the
poor dear feel I didn’t love her just as much, now
could I?…
Simone came to live was us – my wife Tabitha, my fifteen-year-old step-daughter Tina, and myself — about a month ago. She is the step-daughter of my wife’s twin sister, Tawny. That sister, a single mother, is doing a year in prison for check fraud, and we’re taking her step-daughter in with us until she […]