One of the Strat's was a custom "Eric Clapton" signature model in black and white. For a minute it looked like she was going to make love to the guita.... She shook her head and blushing, looked around the room to see if anyone had been watching. Her eyes met with Bob's, he was nodding to her and grinning knowingly. She turned a couple more shades of red.All of the girls had smiles as big as the universe, and each made sure she came to Bob and not only thanked him profusely but gave him a strong. ” “Leather uniforms? I like it.” “Yeah, and it looks sexy.” We left the restaurant and drove home quickly so Mike could give me my weekly spanking. He stripped me naked, gagged me, and cuffed me to an “X” frame in the shop. Trembling, I waited for the first blow to land, knowing this was really going to hurt. “MMPF!” I screamed into the gag when the cane landed on my bare butt. He swung again and I could hear the cane splitting the air before it struck me. Again and again he struck my ass. ." Janie..."They both laughed as they spoke at once."You first..." They both said in unison, and laughed again. Tim waited for Janie to speak."Tim... Tim... may I ask you a very personal question?" Sure Janie, ask anything. I may not have all the answers though. Is it about Hank?" No, there's nothing I need to know about him. He taught me very well about drunkenness. It's... well, it's more of a philosophical question.Tim laughed and said, "Now I'm sure I won't have an answer for you, but you. I didn’t disappoint.Candy wasn’t going to know about him.But then I got to thinking, standing there nude staring at the stiletto, did he know about Candy? I don’t mean in that way—she would have been…probably twelve by the time he died. What I meant was, were there other Candys around?I got to thinking about a ton of other things, too, but that one stuck in my head almost as long as her implied threat. Or warning. Fuck, I didn’t know which one it was. I’ve seen some crazy shit in my time..