This is precisely what she had planned on the night before. Clark was now trained in a way that would give Lois a freer hand in her own affairs. A... the days and weeks wore on, Clark became more and more the good natured, diligent reporter he had been before his 'accident.' Lois gave more and more of her older responcibilities to him, allowing her to change her work schedule. Eventually, Lois was able to reduce her workload to a part-time status, then a bit later, to freelance. No one. An educational site. Best thing you can do is let me have a full costing when Mr. Walker can work it all out. Then we can have a meeting with the Museum and Heritage committee, and the Education Department. They will be interested too. Have you thought about putting in an application to the Heritage Fund of the National Lottery?’ Abby hadn’t even thought about that, but wasn’t about to let Ms. Eaton of the hook. ‘Yes. One will be made, when I get the quotation. But as you well know they seem. Brian is sitting at the dinner table having his traditional before dinner drink. “So, the tape arrived today?” Brian asks.“Yeah, Chris is upstairs watching it now.” Lois answers. “Maybe this will help bring his grades up.”“Yeah, well it’ll definitely bring something up.” Brian says.Lois closes the oven door and walks over to Brian. “What are you talking about?” she asks.Brian picks up the package that the tape came in and shows Lois the name of the company. “See here?” he says. “This tape was. "I see," she said as she moved to stand in front of him and put the spike of her heel on his balls, applying pressure, "And what do bad sluts get?" she smiled sweetly down at him. He gulped hard, her heel was causing him pain and her smile was making him worry. She was so composed and that mock-sweet smile was a telltale sign of her anger. "Answer me, slut," she dug her heel in harder and he winced. "Punished mistress, bad sluts get punished," there was a tremor in his voice as he answered. .