Then trembling, I look again. My brain shouts, two years – almost to the day! Then I think and correct myself, two years to the day. The day we last...spoke. A day I was so happy, complete. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees. Inside? Thunder. Lightning. Earthquakes. I’ve heard and read dozens of tales about people riding out hurricanes. None of those accounts mentioned outrageous, unbridled sex.I’d love to lie here for a bit more, but the boat’s got a definite motion to it, and it’s time for me to do my ‘responsible riverman’ thing.“Gotta get up, honey,” I said.“Mmmmmmm.” She nestled into me.I almost gave up, but those four lines are our links to safety. “I have to check the moorings.”“Okay. Put some pants on. Don’t. . I was surprised. She had expressed being nervous about being with a girl, especially when it came to returning the favor. I sat up on my elbow and looked her in the eye."Lee, are you sure? I know you are new at all this and I am perfectly happy with just showing you the joys of lesbian love."She sat up and I moved to a sitting position in front of her. She looked at me and said "Yes, I am sure. After what you just did for me, I am definately ready to return the favor. I think you have. She took a few breaths and stood there, just looking at me.“Stand up, young man. I think you know what is going to happen now,” she hissed as she began removing each of her spanking tools from her bag, placing them on one of the armchairs in the far corner of the living room.I remained bent over the arm of the sofa and looked across at Dawn and Stephanie. A few moments passed and Ms. Sherrington grew increasingly annoyed that I had not followed her instructions the first time. She took a few.