The Mystery of Celia Allene
“Now don’t you go anywhere my dear, I won’t be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven.” “How can I go anywhere, you’ve tied me to the bedposts.” “Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left. Sorry darling, I’m late already. You don’t mind, do you E?” “What if I need a wee-wee?” Came the quiet girly pleading tone from the bed. "Darling E, I do not think you want to urinate on the bed. The co...