Her body is revved up, sexed up, and she wants cock. But is it in the cards or is it another one of his demented tortures?With great fear and trepida...ion, she draws the next card and hands it to him. He smiles; one of those all knowing all seeing smug smiles before reading it to her. ?A hairbrush whipping. One hundred strikes, you choose where, the inside of each thigh, your belly, clit, tits, bottom of your feet, your choice. You can choose to move the whipping from one place to another. .not stand out,why not smoke a little dope? What was the harm? Part of it was that Itried it a few times, and it did nothing for me. Second, thanks to mydad's job, I was too well known in our town. My dad was the manager for the local public works department, and I hadworked several summers for him. He was very popular and respected, and ashis son, I got to meet most of the town's civil servants. Now, back then,if the cops caught some teens smoking or drinking, they would just takethe stuff and. Thus it was that at about an hour after going to bed, in the hope that everyone else would be asleep, Rose slipped on her night gown and quietly opened the bedroom door. Checking that the coast was clear she closed her own door and scampered across to David’s. She quietly opened it, stepped inside and closed it behind her. David had left the curtains open and the moon gave a pale light to the room. She could see the bed quite clearly in the middle of the room and David lying on his side,. But it couldn't happen here. Not in front of her friends. Not with her sitting there to drink in her superiority over The Wife.Tabitha turned her back to her table and finished the last of her drink. Martha, a fourth-grade teacher, was telling her latest, 'ways children try to cheat on spelling tests' story-something about temporary tattoos and Capri pants.She leaned over to Debbie and handed her a bill. "Gotta run. This should cover my drink. Take care of it for me, okay?" She was talking too.