" She said."And Simon would have had me taken out and killed before anyone realised what had happened, it would just be another madman committed suici...e. No I had to be public." He paused for a moment, "I take it that you've never met your version of Jack Adams?" He asked.Susan shook her head, "not before this, you see we haven't much contact with the police except in exceptional circumstances, with the war against the Chinese building and the phasing out of the police to the private sector. Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking of Ashley so much in that way, I silently think to myself. I don’t get more than a few pages into it before Ashley interrupts me. “Is that Lolita?” she asks me. “I read that last summer.” This surprised me, that a girl her age would be allowed to read such a provocative book. “What did you think of it?” I asked her. “It was…interesting”, she said, looking down. “It’s weird though, how two people so different in age can be so attracted to each other. Do you. * Turns out there was no ‘next day.’ I returned home from work to find my friend Bill packing a suitcase, as Cathy scurried to help him find things around their apartment next door. ‘My brother Bud needs help down in San Diego,’ he explained. ‘I mean work help. And you know things are tight here right now… he needs the help, and I need the money… works for me!’ I watched him throw his suitcase in the back of his worn-out Plymouth Volare… and watched him give Cathy a quick kiss on the cheek. He took his time looking at my boobs, a smug smile on his face. That's when I realized that my pussy was damp. The spankings didn't excite me but standing in front of my father fully exposed, the stimulation and excitement of being told to strip naked and not being able to do anything about it made my pussy weep. God I hoped my father wouldn't notice.Soon I was over his lap having my buns warmed by his big hands. The pain erased any thoughts of excitement. When he was done I stood up, feeling.