“Well, tell me something. I mean you can’t be worried over nothing.” She told her friend. Hillary couldn’t get herself to tell Margery who had...helped her find her house.This was because she was convinced the housing agent that she hired eventually slept with her husband. And even though her husband denied it, she all along had the feeling that there was involvement.“Okay look when I was house hunting, I hired an agent who really knows this neighborhood quite well. She helped me find my. You know the deal." I'm all about my boys taking their punishment, so there's no warmup beforehand. I'm going to cane you once every thirty seconds to let the full effect sink in. It will hurt like hell, but will all be over in three minutes. You'll have six raised stripes on your ass afterwards, and you'll remember me every time you sit down for a few days, and you'll probably be bruised for a couple of weeks."Her fingers were gently stroking my erection as she matter-of-factly explained how. She wondered if the car she “borrowed” made it back to the co-op and the car’s owner, whoever that was. She left the car on the street near the Blank hotel. The only spot was in a no-parking zone so she was sure it would be cared for and the owner notified. Eventually.Now she had $100,000 plus interest (more every day) in the bank. Even if life was a video game the shock of that much money was dangerous so I had to help her with it. Lunch would be on her dime.(Yes, I also had bucks in the bank,. " Anything else would be better than this.She put the cue back into the wall rack and leaned over to take her breaking shot. "Like finding this Gunny person." She said. The tank top she wore revealed every line and curve of her back as she leaned over.Ben just stared at her. "Yeah." He said absently. "Like that."She had a good break, sinking three balls. She was good. "Any luck so far?" she asked as she inspected the table. Ben said nothing, just watched her as she leaned over the table to sink.