“Well done Judith, you did very well indeed,” announced Sir Jolyon as she watched him place both canes into a well-worn leather sports bag similar...to the one she remembered her father using when he had played cricket many years ago. Sensing her interest in the bag Sir Jolyon, informed her that both he and his father had used it during their cricketing days at Oxford, but now that he no longer played cricket it made a useful container for his spanking equipment. As he spoke he produced a sturdy. But a week or so away from the house he no longer suffered from headaches. A fog, if you will, had lifted and with true comprehension of what he had done his fragile mind shattered beyond recovery. Dante now quietly spends his days in his room at a state mental hospital, the place where he will, quite likely, die. And so, dear reader, that is the Maxwell’s story. But what lies behind their tragedy? What compels a man to murder his beloved family? Are psychiatric vulnerabilities and external. Just to be sure I dabbed a little perfume under my arms and on my pussy. I don’t know why I did that last bit, I just did it instinctively.Then, totally naked, I left my room carrying and envelope containing the specialists report and my key card and nothing else.I was a little early so I stopped off at the hotel’s reception desk and had a short chat with Emily before, slightly nervously, walking down the corridor to the York Suite.As I walked I subconsciously tweaked my nipples and clit then. “I’m sure it’s real,” I inserted.“Really? You don’t think we’re all a bunch of hormone-addled teenagers?” Rachel asked.“I’m NOT,” Vicki defended.“Your turn’s coming. That’s the problem,” Terri said. “It’s US. Us here in this room. Just like we’re ten years ahead of other people in academics, we’re ten years ahead of other people in social issues. Like choosing a mate.” She eyed Vicki. “Go ahead, little sister. Yours is gonna show up soon.”“Is NOT,” Vicki said.I don’t think she sounded all that.