They are so busy hating that they don’t think about what they are actually doing. My father tries his best not to hate anyone nowadays, even those p...ople who were responsible for that bomb factory. It’s taken him a long time but I think he’s getting there.’ ‘I don’t know him that well Kathy, but I think he’s a good man.’ ‘I know he tries to be and he’ll do everything he can to help you. Tony, you can trust father and me.’ The day dragged by and Pat didn’t return. I was beginning to get worried. Nonetheless, the group started their journey on foot. Since it was mid-summer, there was no one other than them on this trail. Soon the summer heat started taking its toll on him and by mid-morning Manish started lagging.The group initially tried to wait for him and encouraged him. But soon they realized that they will never be able to reach their destination at this stage. Manish could gauge their impatience and displeasure. He urged them to proceed without him and he will meet them at the. "What!" I screamed at her. "What do you mean you're not a virgin? Who the hell have you been with?"Tears formed in her eyes and she began to sniffle. "Bradley mom. I'm sorry it just sort of happened."Bradley was Jesse's current boyfriend de jour and the son of one of my best friends. "Oh my God Jesse, oh my God, how could you?"Jesse began to sob in earnest and she grabbed me around the waist. "Momma I'm sorry, really I am."Bristol began to laugh. "Well, well that just goes to show ya that mom's. She laughed again and added, “... my little wet, naked cowgirl. How many strokes does it take before it starts to hurt?”Nicole mumbled an answer and Annabelle barked out, “Speak up, slave!’“A hundred,” Nicole stuttered out, “it usually doesn’t start to hurt until around a hundred.”“That’s a lot of work,” Annabelle scoffed. “Who whips you with it?”“I used to have a friend in college,” Nicole answered. “We’d make bets.”“And you would usually lose, wouldn’t you?” Annabelle asked as she slowly.