" Sorry about that."Her brown hair rippled when shook her head. "She heard you groan and wanted to know why I was watching television instead of worki...g." At nine-thirty at night? She doesn't remember a damned thing about horse ranches." You aren't hard yet."I looked down to where my body disappeared under her shapely ass. "Well, it's a little difficult to get it up when you keep reminding me of Mandy. Maybe if you'd concentrate some of your attention on helping me?"She stood up, turned around. Way cool! But this was not the time for daydreaming and dumb wishes. Right now my problem was getting home. And there was NO way I was walking five or more miles to the outskirts of town after dark.“Hey, what are you doin’ sittin’ out here?”Startled by a voice so close, I jumped to my feet before I even thought. I was wide-eyed staring at a bright smile framed by the cutest deep dimples in medium brown skin which totally set off the brightest blue/gray eyes. I knew who he was immediately. Then I sat down on a chair and made bitch sit on me facing awayfrom me and with my hard on straight up her ass.I said"move and you'llpay" and everytime she moved I made a small shallow cut accross hertits with a short flexible cane.I put her there so I could watch M's skilledwhip hand doing its job.She looked mean.Baby face,blonde hair,tight leatherwith a look of shear hatred in her eyes.I must admit I did not have muchenthusiasm for fucking the bitch,like I said I'm not realy a rapist,. The dining-room was packed and there was an overflow into the hall. Helen Anstruther had brought a crowd of people from social services. The choir sang four carols on their own and did so very well. They received many congratulations afterwards. Garry received more than his fair share because he stood head and shoulders above all the other boys and was easier to identify.Becca was effusive in her praise and Garry responded with a beaming smile and, for him, said a lot about which carols he had.