My mind was spinning, and I was wondering just how many actual strokes Doris had given me. "Wrong." SMACK! "Begin again"SMACK! SMACK! ........ pause ......... SMACK!"What number?" she asked.Oh shit. I suddenly realized I had no idea what number that was. Oh Jesus! All I could think was there were supposed to be a total of ten. “Um… three?” I asked, and added, "Thank you Mistress Doris for my behavior.” “Three? THREE?” My arm is fucking falling off from hitting you, and all you think you’ve had is. A day and a half later, an opening arose and I took it. There was a quiet time on activities that involved me but my man was still busy.I used my Uber App to organize a taxi and the driver wouldn't shut up about me being American. About an hour earlier, I’d sent a message to Hugo, telling him that I was coming. He was probably cleaning his place in readiness for my arrival when I arrived at the apartment building and took the elevator — or lift, as they say — to his floor. He met me halfway. Once they were over by me and started to talk to me, I saw messages popping up on my sun glasses that I was being checked out. A quick scan around, when I turned to talk to a different one of the girls, showed less and less people being highlighted in relation to the girls. Only one man was watching me really closely. At least until the girl from the bathing suit store’s father sat down next to him. A few words were said before that last man stopped being highlighted. I made the sunglasses turn. She and Jane had had email and phone conversations all week -- and lunch together yesterday -- and Elaine's imagination was running wild over the night she had planned.They'd been in contact so that Elaine could get some idea of what Jane was into and what Elaine would be allowed to do to her. It didn't take long for the conversations to turn into full on flirting and teasing. Elaine didn't think she'd ever met anyone as sexy as Jane, except maybe Ken. She'd hoped that she'd be able to go to.