" She protests. It's met by another three strikes against her side. I aim the last directly at her breast. Tracy howls in pain, knees buckling. "Pleas... don't make me...daddy. Pleeeease!" She almost screams the last word."Post, belt her." Tracy looks around in confusion, not understanding the command. The Post is there behind Tracy, strapping an ordinary leather belt around Tracy's waist. When I walk up and grab hold of the strap on, Tracy looses all interest in the Post and stares at me in. M.” he said. The two older adults turned toward the sound of the door opening and closing in the back of the adjacent kitchen.Jenna entered the room and unburdened her arms of the quarter ton of papers and folders she’d been carrying in from the car.“Hi, mom,” she said.“Hi, honey. So you’re going to college,” said Stacey.“Yes, gonna get it done,” said Jenna. “Daddy David asked only one thing of me, to finish college. Her mother didn’t frown, well, not outwardly.“Yes, and we’re asking the same. -=*=- The scene just described was real. But the couple’s act wasnot as spontaneous as it appeared. I took place at a party Iattended in New York. The couple had been hired to put on theexhibition and only they and the host — and I knew that it wasgoing to happen. The host knew, because he had booked the couple through anAgency specializing in the unusual. -=*=- “I started in 1985,” Massina explained over coffee. We only had to enter themoderately long lines for those already with passes. Carol, Nancy, andCindy all had summer memberships, as did Ma, I learned to myconsternation. Ruth, of course, had her eight-year membership, and Ihad my measly two-week membership. That was just so unfair, especiallyas Ruth seemed a bit sour on Bikini Beach! I always had to get asingle-day pass, until Vanessa's mom got me the two-week pass."Why couldn't I get the summer pass, the same as you, Ma, even if youdidn't.