“When are you going to undo the buttons and bare my bottom for I think I am rea..OWWWWWWWW!!”Prudence gasped for her husband had slapped her hard ...cross her bloomers with much gusto. No gentle pat that. The crack of the spank rebounded around their bedroom like a mid summer thunderclap. She kicked her heels and twisted to look at him with surprise. The cur was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat!! Insufferable man. “HUSBAND!!” she gasped. “A word to let me prepare for that smarted!!!”Henry. There was some blood and a horrible odor that she attributed to the d**gs that saturated the sponge that was stuck in the canyon where my belly button used to reside. She washed out the cavity with sterile water. Then, with another pad she gently removed any residue adhesive. Now might be a good time to remind you anatomically challenged, the navel is in the general proximately of where the waist band of any PJ’s , pants etc would normally reside. So as a consequence, I was wearing absolutely. Sophie woke to a sharp kick in her womb. She hadn’t eaten in a long time and it was beginning to upset her baby. She placed a hand on her bump where she had been kicked and stroked it, doing her best to reassure her c***d. Remembering the events of the day before, she realised she had a problem. She had no money on her to keep ordering food in and there was nothing left for to eat in the house. She would have to go out and get some more. Resigned to this fact, Sophie began the arduous journey. My main concern had become one of helping the Inglets make sure that the Bustols didn't come back.The TWT people promised to keep an eye on the Inglet situation in perpetuity to be ready to help them in self defense if it became necessary. Frankly, I didn't think that the Bustols would be back.The fighting on Inglet had simply become too expensive to maintain the obscene profits that the criminals on Bustol had come to expect. They were rapidly approaching a break-even situation, at best, so.