Sam awoke to find himself duct taped to a chair in a brightly lit room, surrounded by his nephews.

"What's this?" he cried. "What are you doing?"

Brian, the eldest, stepped forward and answered him. "We're having a little family intervention, Uncle Sam."

"What kind of intervention, Brian? I'm not a drunk.  I'm not a drug addict!" he declared defiantly.

"No, you're not.  You are not one of those things.  You are something else.  Something worse in my book," said Jim who turned toward the door as his sister Jennifer entered the room with her sister Kate and several of their girl cousins.

The girls neared their Uncle Sam who began to struggle against his bonds.

One after the other reached down and gave him a hard slap across the face. Each one cursed him as she did so.

"That's for what you did to us when we were too young to protect ourselves," said Jennifer when they were finished.

Brian reached for his pistol and placed it behind his Uncle's left ear.

"And that's what will happen to you if you ever touch one of our daughters, " he said as he forcefully pressed the cold steel against Sam's tender skin.

"Or anyone's daughter," added Kate. "We'll be watching."

His nieces and nephews left the room, leaving Sam alone to spend the next few hours contemplating his guilt as he tried to free himself. He was still stuck to the chair when the maid came to clean the room.