"Hey, Ice Cream Lady, I'm not that scary," I said, trying to make light.Her fear had already started to drain as soon as she saw I wasn't what (or who... she had apparently been afraid of."I'm sorry," she said, still crying."You look like a girl who needs a hug," I said, approaching her and gently taking her within my arms. It was a comfort hug, and nothing more. At first she tensed up, and then seemed to appreciate it.She, as I said, was compact, no more then 120 lbs, and not much over 5'. My. Pip pulled the belt out of the loops and the vicar's cotton slacks fell to the ground. They were shortly followed by the remains of his boxer shorts as Pip demonstrated his skill with the knife and its incredible sharpness."Which testicle shall I remove first you stupid old shirt-lifter? The left, or the right?" No!" screamed Mary. "Jeremy, do as he says. Beat me!"For a moment no one moved."Beat me," begged Mary again."Do it," said Pip, offering Jeremy the belt he had taken. "Hell, she might. .. then he told me that he thought that I really wanted to take you. He said that he had met many cuckolds before and he could spot one a mile off.” “What did you say to that?” “I didn’t say anything,” Neil said. “What could I say? It was the truth anyway.” “Then what happened?” “He... he asked would I like to come back to the store with him and buy you something to wear in bed for him tonight. He said that he would choose it and that I should give him the money to pay for it.” “And so you. And then when I got there … it all kind of spun out of control.”It was a poor euphemism for the decathlon of amorous athletics in which she’d taken part.The weather was getting summery and she’d worn the patterned red dress with the plunging front for Josh’s ‘tasting’, her matching lace brassiere peeking out. It was hardly the look for someone with innocent intentions.“Looking great,” he said. “I was wondering if you’d wear the black number from the Christmas party, but trust me I’m so not.