Ulf might see it as Daddy's home, but to me it's Boy Comes Home To Daddy. He's been a bad boy. Three weeks away. With stopovers in Reno, Chicago, a prairie ranch-house full of cowboys, San Diego and Tijuana. Nothing's said. He walks into the breakfast room stripped, and waits. Daddy doesn't look at him, just carries on eating his fry-up. Finally he says `Downstairs as usual. Get out my heavy cane. Spread position, you know what to do`
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Ulf might see it as Daddy's home, but to me it's Boy Comes Home To Daddy. He's been a bad boy. Three weeks away. With stopovers in Reno, Chicago, a prairie ranch-house full of cowboys, San Diego and Tijuana. Nothing's said. He walks into the breakfast room stripped, and waits. Daddy doesn't look at him, just carries on eating his fry-up. Finally he says `Downstairs as usual. Get out my heavy cane. Spread position, you know what to do`
`Yessir`
`Oh and Lubbock`
`Yessir?`
`Masked and muffled for this one, and no boots`
`Yessir`
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