He watched her shift her position a bit, keeping her eye on the stopped cars but also on him, obviously weary of someone being so close to her."Hey th...re." he said, keeping his tone level and moderated as not to scare her immediately, letting a bit of a smile play across his face."Look, I don't want any trouble..." was the immediate response from the girl, her words flying fast from her lips as she turned more towards him, her eyes visibly darting from side to side evaluating any escape routes. "If anyone else would have said that to her, she would have thought it was just a pick up line. Not when it came from Greg. He was too well mannered, too smooth--too confident to use such a line. Besides, a man like him wouldn't have to.Even so, Bonnie wondered, why her? Why was he paying attention to her? "Of all the women in this city, why did he choose me to give his attention to, particularly since I'm married!"She made her mind up to ask him, but once again, he put her at such ease that by. A REAL lesson. Lectures weren't working at all. In her drunken state, she decided that a good old fashioned spanking would be the best punishment for his transgressions. Walking quickly over to the couch, she sat down and forcefully pulled him over her lap. Chris didn't even have time to realize what was happening until he was over her lap and she was pulling his pants down.Immediately, he started struggling, and her hand came crashing down on his bare ass. Screaming, Chris struggled as his. I had just carried the latter two off to recover and was relaxing with a cup of tea before inviting Gina and another (perhaps Olga, I thought) to join me. After that I might go downstairs and chat with a few girls and try to put a few names and personalities to the fleeting faces I remembered from yesterday. It was at this juncture, when I was feeling thoroughly smug and self-satisfied, that Fran rushed in with a look of alarm on her face and, what worried me even more, a handful of clothing..