Thank you very much and I look forward to seeing you there." I say as I smile and gaze at his eyes.I take the documents from Roger and my hand grazes ...is hand as I do so. In an instant I have a flash of images zipping through my head and I feel as if a bolt of electricity passed through my hand when we touched. I walk away, glancing over my shoulder and exchanging eye contact again.I proceed to the gate, passing through the security check checkpoint on my way. I locate gate 21 and find a simple. I heard her rustling around and then before I even registered the swish, a white hot shot of pain erupted across both cheeks as her thin leather flogger crashed down on my ass. A short scream escaped my lips before I clamped them shut. Fuck, I guess my idea of escaping a whipping was a bust. “I want to decorate you’re bottom for the pictures first so keep you’re mouth shut and man up” in rapid succession she landed full force strikes across my ass one after the other. I lost count around 30, my. Just keep it between us. They looked really relieved. One said: I'm glad that you said that because we kind of didn't know what to say to this. But now that we're here, can we ask you a few questions. Its like its easier talking to you about this stuff. I guess because of what happened. This was getting weird for me but i don't see them everyday so it was easier to say whatever we wanted. Also, I felt that I at least owed them this. So they started to ask the usual. We were all straight. They. "Baker, I've got a Debbie Wilson here, stopped for speeding. Any priors or warrants?" Silence for 10 seconds, then Baker's voice in reply, "I'm working another call here. I'll get right back to you, okay?" Sonya's anger increased at the obvious implications, that this was someone who had to be treated with kid gloves. Then to her surprise, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Sonya, this is Jill Baker. I did't want to talk to you on the air, since this is a delicate subject and I don't want this.