I’m always available.”She gave me a seductive smile and said, “Even available for a drink after work?”My heart skipped a beat and I said, “I...was about to ask you that question.”“Well, I guess we’ll have drinks after work then.”“I look forward to it.”- - - - -As we sat in the booth at Al’s Bar & Grill, we talked and sipped our drinks. Rosemary was so gorgeous that I just had to say something. So, I reached across the table and ran my fingers down through her soft red hair.“Rosemary, I’ve just. Wait a minute, I think someone has already used that line. Darn, why can't I think of things like that first? But anyway, it really was the night before Christmas and the only difference between me and a little kid was about 45 years. I was restless, couldn't sleep, couldn't read, couldn't even watch the tube for more than a few minutes at a time. My wife was planning something special for Christmas, I could tell by the little hints and secret grins she gave me. She was fast asleep, it had been. We can hang out tomorrow, see a movie then." It's not that, Mark," Julie said. "They go to your house like all the time. We've been hanging out for like a month not even counting all the chatting online and I haven't been to your house once. Are you hiding me from your parents or something?"Mark struggled to put his thoughts to words. "No of course not... and the guys have only been over once. We usually hang out at Ant's." Have your parents heard from other parents or something? Would they. The master didn't use the whip often, which is why it required these weekly attentions. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for her to undress..