She winked, kissed him softly and whispered, "Thank you, darling. But are you sure you don't want my scars removed? I don't, but you might. Do you?"Da... grinned and replied, "Of course not! This way the new stripes that I put on won't even show. You did say you preferred the whip to my ... attentions?" Oh, darling," she exclaimed with measured sarcasm in her voice, "You're so good to me! Thank you." Turning back to Cathy who was grinning at their exchange, she said, "Slave, what are you grinning. I tug the door open and run from the shack I have been in for the past three hours. The outside is cold and bitter. There is sleet coming down. My friend quickly follows me, asking where I’m going. I make some vague statement about having to bounce. He goes back inside to say peace to the others, and then follows me outside. I am so fucked at this point, that I forget that I have nowhere to go. I walk down the block, the lights changing colors and fading in and out of focus. My friend is. Two things set it apart from some of the other strip clubs I have been to. First off, everything occurred in the same room. Lap dances, the VIP section, and everything else all out there where the patrons could see. Second, this was a touch above the waste strip club which meant I was going to get to play with some different sets of tits throughout the night. So as we looked for a place to sit, I started to explain to my wife how everything works at a strip club, and she had a look of terror. That doesn't mean that I don't want to understand, just that there's a lot of other information that plays into that (understanding I mean) that I will have to probably (No must) learn. Before I can understand hyperspace. Some of that is physics, and some of it is the way that the Confederacy races understand space and time. From what I can understand of what has been taught to me I think that their understanding is far different than any of the theories that we (humans) had before we met the.