On the ninetieth blow, Terry’s body, which had been twitching and rigid throughout the beating, except for her flailing legs, just went limp. I fin...shed out the last ten with a little less force than I’d been using. I let her lie on my lap for a couple of minutes and then reached under her to lift her up. Damned if my hand didn’t accidentally land on one luscious hanging breast, which I had to grab onto for leverage to pull her up. Once again, she was smart enough to pretend she didn’t. But all things considered, she was attractive and knew it.Perhaps that was one reason why she attracted men (and lovers) like flies. She had married Richard seven years ago, almost entirely because of his money and the security and life style he could give her. They weren't filthy rich, but they lived comfortably in one of the nicer neighborhoods and she drove a BMW and relaxed by the swimming pool Richard had had installed just for her. But Richard was a rather conventional lover and Tracy. It was one of those high houses that look like a cathedral.I parked the car outside and walked up the stony path up to her front door. I knocked twice. No answer. I knocked again, 3 times. This time, someone opened the door. It was Jessica. She looked hot today, wearing a tight pink singlet and a very short denim skirt. “Hey Jess,” I said while looking at her outfit. She smiled while stepping out of the way to let me in, “Hey Scott, it’s nice to see you.” Her wavy hair came to rest at her mid. This fish was small. If we got more I was going to bake them by the coals but this one would get roasted. That was where the remains of our fish now cooked.'Y' shaped sticks were put into the shallow soil and I had to resort to rocks as a hammer. Longer Y shaped sticks supported portions of fish and were put around the fire. They would be smoky but the rest would go over the coals.I called Corinne 'Mommy' and she had to watch the food. She liked the term like most girls of every age.I found.