Actually, the only worry I had for the women was an attack by a gang of Whites. The false assumption that women could not protect themselves kept the ...hance of such an attack in my mind. The women assured me that they could take care of themselves, and I intellectually believed them, but I still worried. Go figure.Anyway, as soon as the weather moved into spring-like conditions so that my leg did not hurt so much, I set out to resume my bounty hunting. I figured that I had around $50-60 to be. She wanted more. She wanted to be a good, obedient wife, she said, and she wanted me to be strict with her. She liked the idea of domestic discipline.She blushed as she told me all the embarrassing details of her fantasy. She had never been spanked as a child, she said but she had read stories about teenage girls who were spanked by their fathers or their teachers and she imagined herself in their position. She liked the ritual. In her fantasies, spankings were always administered to her bare. " She handed him a glass of wine and they sat at the kitchen counter silently for a few minutes. A silent tear fell from Roger's eye as he thought of his son and his lost daughter-in-law.Roger's plane arrived on time and Steve met him just outside security. They hugged silently for several moments as the many departing passengers passed by them unnoticed."How are you holding up?" his father asked quietly."Okay ... well ... not really. I'm a mess," he answered wearily. "I'm angry and hurt and. He smiled and said that he was in the one behind it. As we walked, I asked him how he liked living at the complex. He said it was a good but temporary place to live.We got to the end of the walkway and he said, “See you around,” then entered his apartment. I noted that he was opposite of mine but didn’t think much of it after that.That Friday, I decided that it was about time I found some female companionship to bring to my apartment. I met up with the usual gang at a sports bar and chatted.