Jolene was cautioning ma again about the wine and my parents but I out argued her. Midway through dinner Jolene's feet bumped into mine. She apologize... the first couple of times but ignored it after that. I didn't think anything of it but I did get a little tingle in my tummy which I attributed to the wine. When we finished I looked at the clock. It had been over two hours and nothing from the tow guy. I called again and left a message. Jolene could see my frustration growing. It was then she. He could smell her now. Her breathing was shallow and quick. Her tiny denimcut-offs were barely covering her, when he pulled them completely off. Next,he turned her naked body over his knee and spanked her as hard as he couldwith his bare hand. Forty or fifty times his hand came down on her crimsoncheeks. When he could no longer lift his hand, he turned her around and beganto spank her again using the other hand. Holding her tightly by the hair withhis tired right hand, he redoubled his efforts. Maybe not intentionally, but I can tell how you look down your nose at us. You could have just been polite, taken a ticket, and moved on, but you had to get snotty with me.”“Snotty, I just….I barely…”“Turn around and face your car, Miss Carmichael,” he told her.“Excuse me!?”“I said turn around and face your car,” he said, spinning her around and pushing her up against the side of her car. He lifted her arms up by her elbows placing her hands on the hood.“What the fuck?” she exclaimed.“I’m. "Harry, that is a filthy habit, and please try not to do it inside such a small space again. I have never minded you smoking, but it smells worse than your coffee breath in such a small area."This brought forth a loud set of giggles and they were catching when Dana said; "It's almost as bad as his mustache when he kisses us."Tran lost it as did I when she said that and to my surprise, Tran told her she liked my mustache. She said it made kissing me an adventure in evading the tickles. Now me, I.