’ Yes, something hurt, but in the fuzz of her first hangover it took a few moments to sort it out. Her ass hurt. It hurt at her pucker, and it hurt ...eep inside. ‘Oh wow.’ She remarked. Strangely she also felt pleasure and emptiness. She wished she had been awake for it. ‘What’s wrong sissy?’ Olivia looked up at her from below. ‘Daddy took my ass this morning.’ Nadia smiled. Olivia mirrored it. ‘My cunny doesn’t hurt anymore!’ Olivia chirped. ‘Good, honey…glad to hear it. Where’s Daddy?’ . And I stopped.Froze.I saw Chantelle.'Ch...Chan...Chantelle.'She was walking away to the exit.'Chantelle!'She turned, and walk toward me - then broke into a run and hugged me, nearly knocking me over.'Sean' she said with a tear in her eye, 'I...' she left my arms.'I know' I saidShe smiled 'well, where there's bad news, there's good news''Yeah? what's that?'She passed me a note.'Read it' she winked, and walked out.It was lined, and obviously ripped from an exercise book, I opened it with. "Do you know who did this?" I asked."No," she sniffled. "I didn't see anything. I just felt it."Nurse Evans came in with the gynecologist, Doctor Macafee. "Missy? What happened." I got hit. Down there." OK. I need to look at it. It's going to hurt, there's nothing I can do about that. But I need to see what's up." OK," Missy said weakly."Grab my hand," I told her. She did. As the doctor poked and prodded down there, Missy damn near broke my hand. It wasn't nothing compared to the pain I saw on. Melinda had been shopping and she had on a pair of tight shorts and a pullover top that showed plenty of delicious cleavage. I was enjoying the view, and, as usual, Melinda enjoyed putting on a teasing show. Melinda and I were chatting when I spotted smoke coming up from under her hood. I asked Melinda what was wrong with her car, and she said that she didn't know. I had Melinda pop the hood on her car. I looked under Melinda's hood and spotted a pin hole sized stream of antifreeze.