So he continued with his previous policy of ‘rejection’.“Oh no,” he answered airily. “I can’t be bothered at the moment.” He stood up. �...�Like a drink, Glenda?”Glenda looked at her husband admiringly. He had more to him than she had once imagined. She realised how difficult Julia must have been to resist at that moment. Also she was aware how wounding it must have been for Julia’s ego to be so casually refused.“Yes, please, my dear,” she said. “Campari with ice and soda.”“Coming up...” Ice. Pulling her into her bedroom, undoing the robe, taking it off and dropping it on the floor, I pushed her face down on the towel and having collected a jar of cold cream from her dressing table and removed my shoes, grey flannel trousers, tie, shirt and socks, knelt on the bed beside her. I gazed for a long minute at the swollen and bruised buttocks and upper thighs; at the ridged welts where the cane had impacted on her cheeks; at the angry broad crimson stripes where the belt had cut her;. Carlos was one of those volunteers. He was tall and had a thick built. He had a moustache and glasses that made him look older than he was. I met him at the cafeteria one time, and he told me to sit next to me to chat. He was a very interesting fellow. We chatted and during the course of the practice sessions we became good friends. One night he invited me to a party at his house, and I said ok.I used to keep myself shaved and smooth back then too. I usually wore long sleeves and never wore. Haley is up next. She's a volleyball star, a fireplug of a girl, blonde, with a pair of french braids, a soft weak chin, and the most translucent blue eyes and skin. Her breasts are round smooth pale mounds, like alabaster. She looks innocent as the day she was born, except for the revealing pink tank top and grey tights and that I know she loves to take it in the ass from her boyfriend. "Mr. Dillard" she greets me."Haley," I return the greeting."I've seen you watching me at volleyball games,".