’ He was right, it was better. The road wound through the hills and every now and then a spectacular view opened up before us. I admired the confide...t way that he drove on the sometimes difficult road and felt very safe beside him. We pulled up in front of the only hotel in a small town. Walking into the dining room I was immediately immersed in the ambience of the place, it oozed country hospitality from the dark panelled walls to the crisp white linen table cloths and shining glasses and. ?Stepping away the beast Roars!??????.. ?????.YOU WANT MESLUT THEN HERE I AM!!!?????.?The whip stretchesfrom my hand as my arm moves????????.. the soundcutting the silent night air??.hissssssssss???. Crack!!??.. The sudden paincauses you to scream as the whip leaves a crimson red whelp on your ass... Youcannot believe the pain, white hot and searing. Burning into your soul? beforeyour mind clears?????????....hissssssssss??Crack!!? You cry outagain???.PLEASE!!....?? Please what? Iask?????????.. “I get the picture,” the producer murmured. “You’re telling me I will be buying the play. But if it doesn’t find success?”“It’s a risky business,” Cheryl agreed.“I think it goes either of two ways,” Joe said. “Gayle takes the play and changes it. Or has whomever she trusts change it. Meaning someone besides me. You purchase the play, however successful it ends up being. Essentially buying the rights. Or I become the only writer. Gayle and I collaborate. It becomes the West End/Broadway version. No kiss, no hug, hell, a handshake would have been something.I followed her through the main room, into the hall and into the TV room. Those shorts left nothing to the imagination. She went over to a wooden rocking chair and sat down. A one person chair. I sat on the black leather couch. By myself."Sara tells me you told her to pick up your jacket." Well, I said she could get it from you." And that I don't deserve it." Now, wait a minute, Jill. I never said that." And that she's sleeping in.