She knew he'd do well on his own. They washed up in the small sink and sprayed off their boots before heading back to the house."Need help?" he asked ...er, when she pulled out eggs and meat for breakfast."Sure," she said, handed him a carton of eggs and then pulled milk from the refrigerator. They again found themselves working together like a well-oiled machine. He cooked up two omelettes while she pulled more biscuits from the oven and cut up fruit for them to enjoy. Before long they sat in. She jumped on my back forcing me face down on thefloor and began to spank my already sore ass."When I give you an order I expect you to obey!"I started howling from the pain almost immediately, begging her to stopand promising to do anything she wanted. When she finally stopped, I layon the floor crying and rubbing my sore ass. I heard the girlswhispering but could not make out what they were saying."Now get up!"I quickly scrambled to my feet, not wanting to anger her any more. Onceagain I was. .”“Scholastic Aptitude Test,” I finished for her. “Okay. I’m good with that.” And I knew that it was legitimately called ‘SAT’ now. Too many problems with what the words in the full title meant. Political football and all that. But no sense in arguing with somebody who wants to help me.“ACT, too?” I asked.“We can do that. I’ll get the schedules and the forms. Let’s get you some scores, look at them, and then see what our next step will be.”“Sounds good,” I said.She looked at me, said softly,. I see. Alright then."Lying flat on my back, I reach down and unclip the clasp at the front of the blue denim mini skirt I am wearing. I feel my cheeks blushing red and hot, as he then begins, putting the cool gel onto my tummy, then placing the hand held scanner on it, moving around on my skin.Every now and then he asks me to breathe in and hold my breath, as they both view the images on the computer screen. Fiona seems to be saving the pictures as they go.John gradually moved the scanner down.