“Morning,” Lucie and Brooke grinned at us. They were in robes, while Kait had slipped one of my shirts over half her lissom body.“Here, you must...need this,” Lucie pushed a bowl of brown and orange sludge in front of me as I sat down. I sighed and tried a small spoonful. It tasted better than it looked, at least. And the sliced banana on it was okay too. I guess. And the pint of dilute juice.While that worked its healing magic the girls went off to play basketball for the morning. Then after. “This is Lily.” I replied.“Lily who?”Like seriously? Who the fuck was this woman? Demanding to know who the heck I am?“This is Lily Jameson. Are you calling for my Uncle?” I finally snapped as my hand tightened around the receiver.“Uncle? You mean Max?” Could the lady even be more stupid?!“Yes. My Uncle. Max Jameson.” I said.“Ah, I see now. No wonder he hasn’t called me in a couple months. May I speak with him, please?”“Just one moment…” Pressing a button on the phone, I transferred the call. He wouldhit me 10 times, spacing out the hits to be parallel with each other, eachas hard as the other but not too hard: not yet anyway. Then he stopped, pickedup the paddle, hit me 10 times on each cheek as if to rub in the marks fromthe cane, and then picked up the cane and hit me 10 more times, harder thistime. He repeated this for a full 10 times or 100 strokes. My ass felt as ifit was going to come off, it hurt so badly. He finished the last 10 cane strokesand pulled out his belt and gave. I mean I've never felt like that with any other girl." There are other girls?" Jealousy was so clear in her tone that he was afraid she'd start yelling at him again."I'm a normal guy," he said. "Us humans have boy and girlfriends a little earlier than elves."Are any of them ... special?" If you're asking whether or not I'm in love with someone, or engaged or anything like that ... the answer is no." But you've done ... that ... before." Yes," he admitted."Is that why you put your mouth on.