<strong>Vern ~ taking Evie to the Owl</strong><br/><br/>Vern heard her grumbling. He'd go over there and tighten up miss fussy soon enough. He pulled the trousers up. Tied laces of the steel toes. Put on the wife beater and reached for her leash. Her cuffs were on his belt already.<br/><br/>He had other cuffs and leashes but these were hers. He'd had them marked to match her brand. A fashion statement.<br/><br/>He walked towards her kneeling by the door. One hand taking her wrists and cuffing her in front. Then he clipped her leash to her collar.<br/><br/>He pinched her tit and straightened. "Up you go. We're gonna see a man about a canary."<br/><br/>There was no hesitation. He opened the door with one hand and had the leash in the other. It was her choice how she came. Walk. Crawl. or get dragged. What the hell did he care. It was up to her. Personally he liked walk but he  was okay with the other two.<br/><br/>"Let's go."<br/>