" She orderslaughing at me.I vainly try to free myself only to feel her hurting me more. The tearsare now flowing in my face. "Say it" She insisted."I...m a spoiled little brat and I'm sorry." I gave up in a weak voice."Say it louder and say why you're sorry." She continues my humiliation."I'm a spoiled little brat and I'm sorry for have offended you." I saylouder."Not you, Mistress Spicy." She is tough."I'm a spoiled little brat and I'm sorry for have offended you, MistressSpicy." I say for the. On the news you hear a report about the "Masked Rapist" finally being caught, apparently the bastard's turned himself in unmasked and claimed that someone made him do it. "All 57 times someone else made him do it? What did they blackmail him into causing 33 pregnancies? Yeah right, typical nutcase." you thought. "Those types are better off behind bars where they can't mess with normal people's lives."You're about to head out for the day when suddenly you hear a strange voice coming from your. The pikka berry was good. Real good. The taste wasn't quite like anything that I had ever had before, though the closest I could think of was grape soda. But even that didn't quite explain the sweet taste. We continued our little 'picnic' on the rock, passing the berry back and forth with each of us taking turns eating from it. It was definitely an unusual lunch, though oddly enough, quite an enjoyable one. Especially with Maella for company. Soon the berry was gone though and it was time to. Even so, all thoseone-night stands and limited affairs had been preferable to her having aregular boyfriend. Now there was the threat of her dumping Masonaltogether, if her affection for Luke grew into something stronger. Asunhappy as the husband's marital situation was, he never gave up hopingthat his fortunes would reverse themselves. Maybe she just needed moretime to get these wild impulses out of her system. Of course, the wayshe rhapsodized about Luke's endowment, his stamina, and his.