“No,” Mel scoffed.“Damned right, she ain’t!” My dad grinned. “My Livvie’s the best judge of women I’d ever met. And if anyone didn’t...love you little shits, they’d be complete twits.”“I love you, Daddy!” Mel had the sourest look on her face when she kissed my dad on his cheek. She pulled away with a giddy smirk. Dad was grinning like the proverbial canary genociding cat.“Ethically recruited?” What does that mean? I hoped the table heard the question, even if I hadn’t asked it.“There’s the. She bought it a a leather making shop when we were on vacation one summer. She wanted this one in particular because the leather maker crafted the end of the whip with two leather falls, each one had a knot in it. Many bullwhips end with a nylon cracker which will cut the skin if the whip is cracked against bare flesh. With this bullwhip, she can deliver a hard lash without cutting me. She spent many a night in our basement whipping pillows and paper targets until she was confident she deliver. I noticed another door in the secret room. Have you ever opened it?No it’s locked and I can’t get it open. Don’t you have a lock pick set? We can try it...Yup I’ll have to find it. What do you think is in there I laughed?Idk she giggled. Her laugh was so adorable . I turned to her stepping between her legs rubbing her thighs, looking into her eyes. Just watching her sipping her coffee and chatting about nonsense. She set down her coffee and wrapped her arms around my neck. We started making. Or was it . . . He was not clear. His eyes wandered to the Spartan face of the phosphorescent clock. Four thirty seven it said. ‘Almost daybreak’ he thought. His mind meandered to when they had actually slipped into the realm of sleep. He clearly remembered it had been exactly the stroke of midnight when his white hot signet had first kissed Snama’s delicate, almost translucent skin. He had branded his initials on the small of her back, just above where the cleavage of her buttocks began. It.