“Not enough to put up with your sorry ass.”She gave me a look I couldn’t decipher and then turned and left. After she was gone I couldn’t help...but wonder if the kid was really mine and that of course was followed by the thought that if the kid was mine it would sure fuck up my life. I put the thoughts out of my mind and got back to reviewing the contract I was checking when Toni first came into the room.I wasn’t expecting it when one week after my visit from Toni Charles Wellington Byrns walked. ” Bastard. Every inch wider put more weight on her ass. He motioned for her to go wider still, until all her weight was on her ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She hated the paddle.“Perhaps the paddle will deter you the next time you think about being bad.”She mumbled, “Yes, Sir.” Fuck yes it would.“Close your eyes. Rub that owned pussy. I don’t have all day.”She did. She edged three times as he ignored her, played on his phone, even made more calls. And damn Katie kept slipping into her. The public was hungry to learn more about what was actually going on, and this was their one chance to finally decide for themselves. The government, despite the widespread rioting in the streets, continued to refuse to comment, terrified of making a terrible situation worse.People across not just America, but the entire world turned on their TVs, ignoring the channel or content, waiting for the promised program to start. This was a real grass roots effort, as anyone could tune in. Anyone with. But the movement, like the newfound religion of Alexandrianism with its brand new temple in San Francisco, continued to grow. The general public never had a clear idea what its central tenets were, most people unable to accept a religion which didn't specify what its adherents actually believed. Its followers and priestesses would always suggest a certain way of approaching life, and their preferred way of reaching heaven—a term they always spoke with an odd inflection, as if they meant.