There was no way he could fall back asleep with her like this, but he also knew she would be deeply embarrassed if he woke her. He pretended to start ...noring hoping that would wake her. After a couple of snorts she shifted a bit but didn’t roll away. He was astonished to find that she actually snuggled a little closer and let out sigh of contentment. He could feel her move her head and he felt her eyes on him. He nearly jumped when he felt a gentle finger slide along his jaw and up and around. His dress rode up to reveal almost all of his buttocks but Julie rolled it up a bit further."Six strokes now and then six more before bedtime I think," said Julie tapping the cane against his cheeks.THWACK!The first cane stroke that he had received surprised him with how much it stung and he was just absorbing that when...THWACK!A second stroke landed and caused him to yell out.THWACK!A third red line was made on his backside and the sensations that he was feeling from a caning were different. How can you say it won’t work?”“Look at the power readings. This damn device is a power hungry bastard. I am using almost 15 kilowatts an hour just to lift a device that weighs about a pound. If we wanted to lift, say, a vehicle, an automobile, we would have to use about 67,500 kilowatts an hour. None of the batteries we have can put out that amount of power for any time at all. They would all be drained in minutes. Hell, we can’t even get that weight to lift itself I bet. Of course, a smaller. That’s why my grandfather offered me in marriage,” Faizah interjected.“He and his employees sometimes use one to fly to Cuba, too,” Ashley added.“I think it’s neat that you’re helping the people of Cuba,” Cammie said.“Once our government agreed, it gave me a chance to help even more people,” I replied.“We already have more than seven hundred people working at the ranch here, and most have families. Many were unemployed, homeless, or migrant workers before,” Stella said proudly.Cammie walked.