She never wants Tim to feel that way about her. This in itself is the start of a turning point for Abbie to be the type of person Tim will like, be p...oud of, and continue to love.Abbie realizes that it is not even eight o’clock yet. It seemed like so much longer between her spanking, corner time, and writing assignment. She thinks about the planned regular spankings ahead and hopes they will not end with her having to sleep here alone without Tim. Abbie has become so accustomed to pressing. The safety line hangs slack in front of my face.I may be terrified of women, but heights don't bother me. Reaching the level of the rope bridge, I decided to take a look around. Grabbing a handhold with my right hand I swung my left foot out along with my left hand until I was facing away from the tower. Below me I heard a gasp. Looking down I saw Rhonda about five feet below my feet. She looked up at me then stared at the tower as if it held the secret of life."You're not going to jump are. You got engaged, what, within two months?" That, yes, that was the third biggest mistake, almost up there with saying yes at my wedding. I thought I'd have a normal relationship for a change. Not a sadistic prick, nor an ex-mercenary and hit man, just some straight guy who goes to work in the morning and does not have blood stains on his cuffs when he returns. Normal! I could use some normalcy!"Henry did not say anything."No gloating?" she asked bitterly. "No 'I told you so'? Do you still hope. "No wonder you are so fucking warped," I said."Me warped, you are saying that just because I said I wouldn't fuck you," she said."Of course I am," I said smiling. "So we need to go buy something to wear. Everyone at that party probably saw my Emmy Dress," I didn't tell her that I had the CIA credit card. There was no sense complicating things."Tomorrow after school would be good," She said."Tomorrow it is. Now call Peter Gordon and invite him to the Cloak and Dagger tonight," I said."Why?" She.