Chapter Twenty-Six
Training In The Park
John
She fidgeted fretfully while the elevator dropped us to the basement, nervously twisting her tightly-gloved hands together at the front of her skirt, and a couple of times raised them to her face to feel the shackle, but quickly dropped them when she had assured herself that it was indeed securely fastened into her face. An occasional sniffle while we walked to the van told me she was still getting used to the idea, then moments later we were out of the garage and heading for the mall with her strapped and chained into her seat as usual. I looked over and down at her recumbent figure at a stop light, and she gave me a tremulous little smile, tugging her wrists against the lock that connected them to the seat harness at her waist.
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