Really bad.”“It’s OK,” said Gina.“No, it’s not OK,” insisted Olivia. “I’ve been a terrible slut and I need to be punished.” Sittin... her wine glass down, Olivia dropped to her knees and bent forward over the big chair opposite the couch. She was wearing a cute little plaid skirt, which she now lifted to reveal her ass, only a small part of which was covered by her black thong. “Spank me,” she said.“It’s OK, really,” answered Gina. “I—”Olivia cut her off. “I need you to spank me,” she said,. ”“What way?”“You know anything but ordinary – stuck up county people.” I put my hand on her shoulder.“Any other tattoos?” And as I put my hand on her breast, “Nothing on these lovely breasts?” Bamber didn’t recoil as I expected but a quizzical look did come across her face.“No.” Then I could see she was hesitating then she plunged in. “Do you have any tattoos Aunt Ali?”“Let’s drop the Aunt title - you’re a little old for that don’t you think? And yes I have a tattoo.” I figured now or never. Only twenty seven years old and even though her job was tough, she was getting along fine. It was easy to stay alone for her job, but to provide for both Mark and her needs, it was slightly harder. They were thinking of starting a family together but wanted to be in a better financial state before that happened. For now, she was still constantly taking her birth control even though the lack of sex meant it wasn’t entirely necessary. It has become a habit more than anything. After all, it. But I also knew it didn’t matter, because I heard it again:The wind was calling my name.When we looked up there was Paul, waiting for us. Shawna tried to push me behind her but I was rooted to the spot. Paul smiled a little and gestured, and then I was walking forward. Shawna stood in front of me but I pushed past her. I was at peace inside again, the hypothermia victim lying down to sleep. He was putting his arms out, waiting to hold me, and I wanted to be held, to make up for all the late.