"Yes, and she left a note for somebody at the desk." Can you tell me who the note was for and what it said?" I asked."It seems that you are always ask...ng me for information I shouldn't be giving you. Why don't you just come over? We will talk when you get here." Thanks Jackie. I'll be over in a few minutes." I saidI quickly finished up the second report and put both reports in the internal mail and sent them to Jack. Then I took the ten minute walk to the Marriott. I went to the registration. When I came back, mom said she was going out tomorrow night and I was going to stay at my friend Robert's house for a while. My heart jumped. I had a lot of fun last time I stayed the night. School let out Friday and Mr Baker was waiting for Robert and I. He had stopped by my house and picked up a bag my mom packed for me. When we got to his house, Robert and I changed our clothes. Coming out of the guest room, Mr Baker was in the hallway. He rubbed my shoulder and asked if I wanted to have fun. We stepped into a warm darken living room, with a 50” flat screen with a Bi-DVD. An older women who I found out was his wife asked who he brought home with him. We exchange introductions and he asked his wife what she was doing. Which she replyed just watching TV. He stepped over in front of her and kneel-ed down and lifted her house coat she spread her legs. I noticed she had a shaved pussy and a big pink dildo stuck deeply in her vagina. He moved forward and pulled out the dildo partly. “Perhaps we need to give you more attention.”I ground my teeth together. “You need to punish me! I was bad! I wrecked Dad's car! After I stole it.”“What do you want us to do?” Dad asked, his brown eyes finally falling on me, puzzlement crossing his handsome face. “Spank you?”“Yes!”“My father spanked me,” my mother said, “and it didn't do anything but make me resentful.”“It's cruel. Children shouldn't be harmed by their parents,” my dad said. “Misbehavior is merely a cry out for attention.”“And.