Imagine it Margaret. Imagine the audience of men and perhaps some women for they are often more cruel, urging me to hit harder and harder. To go on an... on and on. Till your arse is one bleeding blister. Margaret Smith you have three chalk marks against your name, you know how many strokes that is?" Six." Margaret was sobbing hysterically now. "Has something snapped in Jeremy’s mind? Will he flog me like he is saying until I cannot move and pass out? Has he lost control of himself? Oh my God,. .." Then he shut up. He was a guy, right?"We need a girl for the competition," Marlene said quietly. "Want to try out?"Lou, dazed, asked, "Is this what it sounds like?" If it sounds like we're going to be trying out lipstick shades on you, then, yes, Honey, that's it..." Marlene replied.Fuck! "Nobody can know," he croaked. "Nobody!" Of course, Honey! If someone found out, we'd be disqualified!" Marlene cocked her head."My house at six, everybody," Kitty announced. "We'll see if this is doable.. " What about the charge?" I paid. Got a receipt. When you bill her, put it in, and pay me back,"she said. "No hurry. I can wait. I've got plenty of money."I nodded, stretched my arms, and stood."You going to drive the car back now?" she asked."I guess," I said."Staying?" There's not much point," I said. "He went missing here, not there. Shedoesn't want me talking to the neighbors, or at the bank. I'll drop it,head on back." And how will you do that?" she asked.I tried to think if there'd been a. His own deeply buried lurid fantasies bubbled to the surface as he breathed out visible steamy puffs of air from his nostrils.His vision shuddered and blurred to a single point as saliva dripped from his widened teeth before being washed away by the powerful shower’s spray. His heavy breathing had found a terrible lustful cadence. In this moment there was only fulfillment. The aches in his stretched muscles and groaning pain of his very bones were forgotten, washed away by the needful pulsing.