“Three. Thank you, Miss Manson.”The sixty-nine-year-old leaned in close and nodded with satisfaction as she noticed the three, thin red lines whic... illustrated where her cane strokes had landed. She had not even been caning Diane that hard, nowhere near as hard as she had caned Zofeya that previous week. She resumed her position and laid the thin cane against the fleshy centre of the dark-haired woman’s bottom.“Thwack!”“Ow!” Diane Caldwell shouted but managed to retain her position before. Rocco and nodded.The doctor produced a key and put it in the lock. When he turned it, the panel slid open, revealing a large red button with black-and-yellow warning stripes surrounding it that was embedded into the panel. It was behind a small panel of glass, and a tiny metal hammer on a chain was next to it. Dr. Rocco picked up the hammer and was about to break the glass, when he remembered his manners and offered the hammer to La Contessa. She accepted it and smashed the glass.Lights began. Pleasedon't quarrel."Julie came over and hugged her."Fucking pigs," she said as Sharon held her. She broke the embrace andwalked over to her husband and hugged him.The phone rang again. Sharon looked at the caller ID."It's the Times," she said to Jocelyn."Good Lord," George gasped. "Not them, too!"Jocelyn took the call."Yes, I've seen it...no, I am not going to comment on it...I have no ideawho could have planted the story...I could make guesses, but I'm not goingto do that, and certainly not. She played with him, squeezing her muscles to bring him closer, working with him to get so near and then relaxing, changing her action to ease the stimulation for a few thrusts and then as he came off the boil picking up the pace again.When she thought he'd probably gone longer than he ever did with Amanda, twice as long as last night anyway, she changed gear again, feigning excitement, taking him to a fever pitch and beyond then kissing him softly down until the spasms stopped."There," she.