Mildred walked to her bed, sat down on the edge, still tickling herself. "Spanking Mabel always excites me, George," she said in an ordinary tone of v...ice. "Makes me feel hot--worked up--aroused."He said nothing, just watched her, warily.Mildred let her head drop back onto the bed; lifted her feet and propped her heels on the edge. Her knees fell apart and the red maw of her vulva was exposed to George's eyes.The whip dropped from her hand, then she reached to her vulva, used both hands to. I didn't know what that meant and I was always afraid to ask. I was jealous, I think. And scared, too. Remember, I told you your blouse was on inside-out?" Oh, God ... that's right." She laughed. How tacky!"We drove on awhile longer while she thought about it.She squeezed my hand and murmured, "I guess we could stop again ... I could show you ... make up for it? Would you like that?" She said it all slowly and quietly. I knew that her face was tinged with a blush I squeezed her hand in reply.. Something dark and dangerous glittered within the depths of her eyes as the charming smile upon her lips turned bitter. ‘Bad boy.’ She scolded with a playful tone, as if talking to a small child. ‘Didn’t mama ever tell you not to threaten a lady.’ With a gentle flick of her wrist, the sickening snap of bone rung loudly in the ally – soon followed by the metallic clank of the switchblade hitting the ground at their feet. The sound of the man’s pained scream caused a sense of pleasure to run. I told her thanks for the memories, we'll always be friends, yada yada yada. She in turn told me that I didn't have to act this way and I shot back -' Whose acting?'.That shakespearean tragedy was around 4 in the afternoon. Forgetting about my appointment I took an nap for a couple of hours and when I finally woke up I decided to work out my frustration concerning old what's her name by doing an hour on my stair climber. When I excercise, when the stars and the planets are properly aligned, I.