, Thursday, September 17th. I will never forget the day, the hour or the minute that the phone rang. I was in my office so I picked it up and my secre...ary said, "Hugh..."Her voice broke and I knew something very bad had happened. She clicked me through and a man's voice came on. It took me a few moments to realize who it was."Simon, what is it? What is it?"It's one of those times that make you believe in telepathy, or premonition. Before I could make out one word clearly, I knew who it. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed her exposed bottom. The germ of a GREAT IDEA was forming in her young and bucolic mind. Something to do with sheep and lambs. (You've guessed it already, folks, haven't you? - author)To those watching from the opposite side of the square, her one remaining covering, a tiny and triangular piece of black cloth, looked not unlike her pubic forest and several people mistook it for precisely that, immediately. I'm 19, and my name is Robert. My sister lives on the other side of town ... her name is Sarah.She's not married or anything. She just lives right by the college she's been attending for what seems like 10 years now.She's only 23, so I guess it's been five years.And now I'm alone. All the in-laws and out-laws live hundreds miles away or farther. I was left the big house in my parents will.I drive dad's three-year-old Infinity, and I'm plush with money. I don't ever need to work again.Most of my. When she came across a sex act that she found particularly frightening or degrading, she would make a note of it. The next time she was raped, she would thank the man for raping her – staring adoringly at his cock, which her world revolved around – and then she would suggest that next time he do whatever sex act that she secretly least wanted him to perform on her, thus ensuring that over time her rapings became steadily more painful and degrading.All of this behaviour led to her falling out.