She grabbed me harder and kept me still. I tried to swat her hand away from my butt. She slapped the backs of my thighs a few times and I gave that up... OMG did that hurt. I tried to get up. Madame E grabbed onto me so hard that I couldn't move. The whole time, she was scolding me in French (well it seemed like she was scolding me, I couldn't understand what she was saying).Finally, she stopped! She must have hit me over a hundred times! My butt hurt so much! I was crying from the pain and. Checking the missed call function I saw it was Marc, my heart skipped a beat, I wondered what he wanted and it seemed like ages since I'd last spoken to him (all of one week). Wasting no time I called him back, trying to maintain a calm tone in my voice was considerably harder than it should have been especially when his baritone and slightly husky voice answered my call with a 'Hello dude, I was hoping you'd call me back'. Making small talk for a few minutes Marc then asked what I was doing. "You are hereby sentenced to imprisonment for the crime of fomenting unrest, trying to change what is best for all," the electronic judge had proclaimed at the conclusion of his farce of a trial. "The term of your imprisonment is life, the rest of your natural life, with no provision for parole or early release."White;clad attendants had taken him away, quickly sedating him before his screams of fear and rage could offend the delicate sensibilities of the spectators who peered languidly at the. I had always admired Roxy from afar, but didn’t want to ever broach anything as personal as her love life.I invited Roxy to lunch one day and told her about our little poker playing club. I told her about our conversation and the stories the guys seemed to relish telling. Roxy reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. She had always been that type of friend, one I could confide in and one that could read a mind.“Say no more,” Roxy said. “I’d love to meet these guys."“You don’t have.