"It's so peaceful here, so quiet and warm. No wonder you love it. So do I. I never want to leave this place, Daddy." I knew you'd love it, sweetheart.... He noted the table with the food awaiting them. "My, doesn't that look attractive. And coffee, too. I didn't know you could cook." I can't, really. It doesn't take brains to put cereal in a bowl," she grinned."Sorry I don't have much food in the house, sweetie. I usually eat up at the big dining room. They have great, gargantuan spreads for all. I met with the other three men shortly after John got back from Beijing, to discuss our speeches and the tone they wanted to set. John was, of course, the boss on all this, but we all needed to be on the same page. The tone was the one that we had pushed in 2004, and that John had kept pushing this time. We were the grownups, the professionals, and we knew what we were doing. Why mess with success? Send a winning team back for another four years.Each of us had a different take on this for our. It was getting on towards 5 pm, and we were hungry and thirsty. I suggest one of the local bars for some drinks and sandwiches. Freddy was amenable to that, so we didn’t bother changing but when out the way we were. After all, the bar was used to the working guys coming in right after work no matter what.We found a couple of seats in one of the booths. We ordered hamburgers and a couple beers. It was all rather quiet between us at first. I was beginning to worry that Freddy may have had. Both 1san and I were hard and we both remarked it was the first time either of us had seen another man's hard on. I bent over. "Who's the bitch?” "You are." SLAP! He let got with a good hard one, which kind of pissed me off, though I wasn't sure why. Again the Q&A, and another slap. Rules are "You are" is the only response. You brace yourself with 2 hands and can't move them or let out any utterances of pain. I was shocked at how much it hurt. The second slap was as hard as the first, and.