If you don’t count it, it doesn’t count, right?”I pulled the paddle back, then swung it forward and hit her on her left, near-side cheek with mo...erate impact, not soft, nor especially hard. The paddle landed with a meaty SMACK! and Sara flinched.“One,” she said in a quavering voice.I pulled back and hit her right cheek in the same manner.“Two,” she said, then swallowed.Next, I pulled back and hit her reasonably hard across both cheeks together, not as hard as I could, but harder than. If the women in the photos had a wedding ring on, I assumed they were married to white guys, and cheating like my ex wife did. Seeing white married women with black guys really turned me on. Last Friday I was on line and popped into a Married Men For Men's chat room on line. After two years of sulking and working myself into a cave with no friends outside of my office, I was interested in checking things out. The men for men thing just sort of came up and I was curious about it. When I was. Why don't you go find Sarah and pick out some tops and shorts, and maybe a new swimming suit." Can I get a bikini?" she asked."Let me see what you want and I'll decide," I replied.I wandered through the aisles and picked up light bulbs, dish detergent and other odds and ends for the household. Every few minutes Sarah or Donna would run up and show me what they'd chosen, then giggle with glee when I nodded. I insisted they buy some new underwear and a couple of bras apiece; what they owned was. ’ After unloading the car they curled up and celebrated, Misha trying to keep up with her shot for shot, but losing. As the evening wore on she became more morose, telling him more about her home life back in Augusta. ‘They all thought that just because my momma was a single mom and she worked cleaning some of the big houses the other side of town I was a nothing. But I’ll show them the bastards.’ Picking up the bottle she filled up the small shot glass, ‘small town mentality, small town.