"Skills of importance?" The soldier remained obnoxiously friendly."Data entry... some math, I guess, uhh... analytical skills," Komal said. General,...vague terms that she would use on a resume."I see," said the soldier. More fiddling with the computer. "Friends and relatives in town?"Komal thought that was an odd question to ask. "A few friends... but I moved away from most of my relatives." They been sending you money, support?" How is any of this relevant?" Komal interjected. Upon. I worried about introducing him to my date, whose name I had completely forgotten. Nice, what would Harold think of me: out on a date with a man and I didn't even know his name!I had lost my appetite, yet my date ordered a large multi-course meal for us. I groaned inwardly with the thought that we would be here for quite sometime. My date started talking about work. I listened, sort of. All the time my eyes watched Harold.Harold never avoided my gaze, nor did he ignore me. His body held itself. Slap! — left cheek on fire again, she started to howl.Slap! — right cheek this time.Slap! — left.Slap! — right.Slap! — right again, surprising her just as she began to calm a little and get used to the rhythm of the spanking.Helen stopped thinking then, as an increasing urge to open her legs and lift her 'bottom' — no, arse — surprised her. Colin saw the beginnings of an arching of her back, and a lift of her buttocks, and a definite widening of her thighs. His questing finger returned to the. "Mike rolled his eyes. "Oh, brilliant, Einstein. Whatever gave you that idea? That your big fucking revelation?"Carl shook his head. "No. There's others in the business like that. But you, the last few months, it's like you're trying to run away from something. Something that has you spooked."Mike stared at his friend and threw down his burger with enough force to scatter the remaining fries to the tablecloth. "So that what you're gonna say next? That maybe you think now the rumors were true.