She'd been reading erotic stories for several months. She'd never read this sort of fiction before, but this summer she found it exciting. The most ar...using stories were about spanking. She lay in bed and tried to imagine what it'd be like to be spanked. She turned on her front, then she pulled her pajama bottoms to her knees and pushed her duvet up with her hands. She could feel the slaps on her bare bottom. Next evening, she let her husband go to bed alone and sat to her computer. She typed. But after seeing this bastard, I think I understand it enough not to,” he said, then his eyes widened, having come to a distinct realization, “Christ, you’re naked!”“Oh,” she simpered, “Let me take care of that.”She quickly got dressed, then stood on the sofa, and kissed George gently on the lips. He moaned, stirred, and then dizzily sat up. His head hurt dully, and he wasn’t totally there yet. The taste of Jill’s lips, and the warmth of her gentle breath on his face dragged him back into. He’s been working out some for about two months and was hoping to have the body that would make the female coworkers want to talk about. The one thing he was hoping for was that it would give him more confidence around the girls at his new job. That was the one thing he was never comfortable with. Even in high school, Tommy only went out with about three girls. Which, when figured up, was one girl a year. It never failed. Always after one date, they never would go out with him again. "Kate shrugged, "That's pretty much what I figured. So, what happened to you that makes you so angry?"Anna paused for a moment and seemed to regard Kate with a bit of resentment. "You've heard the term GDI, right? God-Damned Independent. Mostly it's used when the Greeks want to feel superior. I use it when a fit of envy hits me because I want out. I can't leave the sorority because I'm a Legacy member. My mother is an alumnus." Okay, I can see where that would be a problem, but it's not that.