Something like ‘come back to my place for a while’.”“Want to come back to my place for a while?”“No, thanks. I am waiting for my husband.�...�“Nuts.”She tried not to giggle at my disappointment. I took another gulp of beer, dropped some money on the bar and left. As I walked out the door, I felt a hand on my arm.“You give up too easily. You will never get laid that way,” big chocolate eyes said to me.She walked about ten paces behind me because she did not want anyone to see us together. I went. Due to a trick of the light, the exit was there, but was alwaysshrouded in diffuse light. Only someone who got within 5 feet of itcould see it. It was always open, but only a select few knew that itwas there. Crouching down, I peered out and waited. I counted 2patrolling figures, then a third. I waited until they did anotherpatrol, then ran across a path leading to the long verandah and leapedup.Holding onto the edge of the roof, I swung up and crouched. When thefirst one walked underneath me,. "Leave the door open!" came the man's stern voice again. "I want Mr Flaythm to hear this. Over the chair back with you! And get those knickers right down. Grip the chair!" Mr Bryce didn't tell his wife to count the strokes as the man in the garden had, but the sound of leather thrashing a woman's soft bottom was the same. I had clearly been mistaken to assume that the corporal disciplining of wives was an occasional and closet aberration in Nether Slype. I now understood without any. She spent so much time at our house I was sure she had gotten to know Dalton well enough to know he was interested. She and I had spent countless hours talking about guys we were into, and some of the things we had done with them, but she never mentioned him in that light. "Dad we're heading to the mall like I told you yesterday. I'll be back for dinner," I said, eager to get out of the house."Tiff you can stay for that as well if you would like," he replied."Sounds like fun," she responded all.