Elizabeth could imagine him, this fantasy man whom she couldn't identify, but who knew just how to make her insane with need.He ran his rough, calluse..., working-man's hands over her body, the feel of his rough but gentle touch on her sensitive skin making her wet and hot. She pictured his hands on her tits, fingers curling into the soft flesh and then gripping her tender nipples and tugging on them, stretching them upwards until she whimpered in protest, then letting go and watching them spring. 'Damn, not again!' she thought, as she angrily flipped it open.She fully expected to hear Shawn's whining voice, but was surprised to hear Cricket instead!"Hey, girl. How you been?"It was the third time he'd called since she'd been giving him the silent treatment. She was still upset with him and was about to put him off again, but then she thought about how whiney Shawn's been lately and how nice it would be to have Cricket around for a change.'Besides, ' she thought. 'There's a few things I'd. I felt so vulnerable and helpless as once again the paddle slapped on my cheeks, burning them. The pain was irresistible going deep inside my bones."How do you like it, "sissy boy?" he kept asking me again and again.It was obvious he was making reference to the way the cops were calling me that night. After another slap with the paddle the pain was so hard I lost consciousness.After I woke up, I realized I was still hanging from the rope. My ass was numb and there he was watching me."Don't. ‘Hey son, know how to speak to a young lady when you see her?’ he asked with a smirk. ‘Oh… err… hi Kay, how have you been?’ I asked, ‘You in college yet?’ ‘No… I almost am though! How about you?’ she said ‘I figure I’d do 2 years in community college and then go to UF,’ I said confidently, ‘I’ve been told with my grades, however, I could just go to UF so I don’t know,’ I said. ‘That’s cool… hey! Are you doing anything tonight?’ she asked me. ‘Not that I know of, why? Someone inform you.