“Ready?” I asked, and she nodded in agreement, her buttocks tensed for the first slap.When the first blow landed, the skin on skin sound echoed ac...oss the room and she moaned. I let my hand lay there a few seconds, lightly touching her skin, and then the next blow landed on her other cheek. Another gasp and moan followed the blow, and again I let my hand explore her beautiful flesh. The rest of the spanking was a blur to me. My hand came down on her ass, and with each blow she cried out in. She remembered thinking that something was wrong the way he left the apartment. She wanted to go after him to make sure he was all right, but Cricket told her he'd be fine and that she just needed to give him a little time."He did fuck you didn't he?"Cricket sounded so convincing when he had said that that she let it go. Now, she knew better, but it was too late to do anything about it.After Shawn had left, she and Cricket took a shower together, and they ended up in bed again. It seemed like. As long as she didn’t change her mind, there was little to guard and little reason not to attend the vital meeting. The guards reported seeing an occasional zombie, but only in the distance, skirting the property as if searching for everyone else. If what Leza claimed was true, they might represent other zombies seeking her out, rather than hunting for food.Almost as soon as they entered, the discussions halted. Everyone gathered in small groups, gossiping about what the others knew and what. I was starting to feel a tiny bit guilty about watching them so I retired for the day. Tried out the TV but there was not much to watch, unless you are into the Bumblebee Man. Sorry, a ‘Simpsons’ reference to Mexican television. I drop so many Simpsons references that I’m waiting for my friends to hire the mouse to whack me. You’d think he’d get sick of killing the cat all the time, so I watch my back. I had supper in the hotel restaurant and then just spent the rest of the night in my room..