Before three seconds had gone by, Tom grabbed Dee, and none too gently I noticed. She squawked as he turned her over his lap, her bottom in the air. �...�What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Teaching a brat some respect.” I could see that Tom was plenty strong, and as much as my wife squirmed, he held her tightly. Tom raised a meaty palm. It hovered in the air for a moment. I held my breath. Then he brought it down with a loud thwack!Dee screeched, “Are you going to let him man-handle your. I sat quietly, just watching Chris as he meticulously put my socks and shoes back on, with a few goodbye kisses to boot. “So, are you still gonna teach me to drive?”“Of course!” I exclaimed. “Go! Get in the driver’s seat! This oughta be fun!”As soon as he was buckled in, I could see the confusion and sense of fear on his face. He was looking around, from the dashboard to the gear shift. “just calm down honey!” I giggled. “I’m not gonna just make you drive on the streets right away! That’s why. Carol was (and is) a good looking woman, 41 at the time of our affair, a tall redhead with a classic hourglass figure, lovely firm breasts (36B to C), long legs, and lovely smooth skin. Our affair had lasted for two years, with sexy sessions at the end of the day in the office (I was lucky to have an office at the end of a corridor, and completely private, although we did take the precaution of locking the door before engaging in some gorgeous fucking). She used to phone her husband to say. What she really needs is a hot onion poultice, but I haven't seen an onion in weeks. It may be too late for that anyways." I looked at him and pinched my lips together, thinking of the shed in the overgrown north field. I had ropes of onion there, braided together. But, if any of the soldiers spied me going that way, they might follow. They might commandeer our last stores of food, as they had our house. I hoped the herbs would do their job. The doctor tipped a fluid out of a vial and past her.