I was just slipping between my sheets when Dylan barged in, two pairs of handcuffs in his hand.I let out an embarrassing yelp before finding my voice,...“What are you doing in here, get out!" He said nothing and continued towards me, easily handcuffing my wrists and ankles despite my struggles."Dylan, get off of me! What are you doing?"He ignored me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, leaving my room and descending the stairs. He took me into the living room and placed me on. Kevin was a little aimless and his father had prevailed uponme to find him employment in one of the businesses I had invested in. Hehad not lasted.I thought of Kevin when I was turning out my golf clubs. They were anexpensive set, but it was unlikely that I would play again. He came tovisit me. Of course, by way of explanation for the gift of the clubs,although it was not my habit to do so, I told him something of myillness."I could be you carer," he said. "I would like to be. But I would. More

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