"If you need me, call me."When she finished putting her number in my phone she put it back in the cup holder. I brought the truck to a stop and let o...t a sigh. We had a problem.Carl tapped on the back glass, motioning me to open the window."Is that a fence? When did that get there?" He said with a hint of disappointment."That's a fence all right." I shut the truck off and got out, walking around to the back."What do you wanna do guys?"Carl looked at the fence. The metal posts were so new. I told not to worry, that I was the womanHerb had been sleeping with since last Spring. Exclusively, I wassure, because we were meeting so very often and each session was so... exhausting for both of us. That her marriage was perfectlysafe, so far as I was concerned. That I hoped mine was as safe." "Eva said she knew, or had suspected as much, but that she'd hadto hear it from me. And then she cried, just a little. It was sosweet! Then we talked about you, how to keep you safe for me,. She fought back valiantly, but he was too quick, too experienced in subduingwomen. Stacy was soon on her back, on the mattress in the van, he slipped ablindfold over her eyes so she would not know where they were going. And,within minutes of initiating the attack, he drove off with his prize in theback. After about 15minutes, the van stopped at the dive motel. He had a room on the end, so nobodywould see him bring in the bound girl. Stacy was thrashing about and trying toyell for help though. “Slap!”I felt it instantly, but it was nowhere near as hard as Auntie Lindsay spanked, or Mrs. Wheeler, or the not-so-sweet and innocent-looking Miss Kominsky. I settled in as Maureen Hannah slowly and carefully laid out that first series of smacks with her heavy right hand across my bare bottom.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The younger sister concentrated upon smacking both buttocks alternately, all the time using her strong left hand to push down on my back to hold me.