Julie came back over and sat down on the bed next to her mother. "Just that I want our play acting to become naughty at some point after you drag me upstairs. But I don't want you to tell me any details. Surprise me. Remember you have the knife and I am just a helpless little teenage girl so I will be at your mercy. I guess you could maybe do anything you want to me at this point."
"Anything?"
"Yeah, anything! I think this is where the story should turn . . . naughty."
"A little or a lot naughty hon?"
Julie picked up her mother's hand and stroked it softly. "I guess that will be up to you. Like I said, you are the strong intruder with the knife . . . You are in control . . . total control as I am just a helpless . . . young . . . scared . . . teenage girl . . . eighteen years old but s
