He turned to his mother, "And YOU dear mother, are almost worse then the late Horse-Trainer.  Thinking you can keep me from my toy..."  He waved his finger in a disapproving gesture.  "You always did have so many horrid rules.  I think it's time you remember who's in charge here.  I want you to sit next to Christine and lift your skirt up."<br/><br/>He glanced at Cyril, "Is your mother as insubordinate as my own?  It's really a travesty when they believe they actually have control of the house."  He gave him a smirk and yanked on Christine.<br/><br/>He absently lowered his hand to Christine's chin, lifting it up so she faced the ceiling and ran his fingers down her throat lovingly.  Her hair finally slacking at the knotted rope.<br/>