Where did you learn Krav Maga?"Now Sylvia almost giggled and said, "A bodyguard, who was also a friend of my dad, taught me when I was 16 and ... beca...se he was only 24 ... we ... well, we became a little more than good friends, and I saw him until my 20th birthday. He was really good at it and also a really good trainer. And again, because I picked it up easily, he taught me some very... ... special moves." Are you referring to the last move you did against me?" Well, that is one of those. *Finally, the deck chair was out again, though with the back to the window, and only a part of one foot dangling a bit to the side gave away that it was occupied. No time like the present, she told herself, quenching all embarrassing thoughts, still filled with the drive only a good night’s sleep could give, and ready to face her inner daemon. For a short moment she was unsure if she should dress in something else but the comfortable off-white tank top and the soft, if old fashioned, baby-blue. Listen, why don’t you come out to the house and have dinner and we’ll catch up? How’s Friday?”“OK,” said Olivia, and they exchanged numbers and parted ways. The encounter stuck in Olivia’s mind for a while. Mrs. Moretti had looked her up and down in a way that seemed less than casual...or was it her imagination?* * *Tuesday morning Marie got a call from Serena. Was she interested in another yoga class, on the house this time?Of course she was. She made some calls and early that afternoon the. " The tone of her voice was one that meant business.Ms. Swanson went over to the chair about six feet to the right side of me, her gray pleated skirt slid up her thigh, I watched as more and more of her legs became exposed. I stood, removed my blazer and placed it over the back of the chair."Carl, come over here to receive your punishment." Just what is my punishment, Ms. Swanson?" A spanking, Carl." You have got to be kidding, no way." Then you give me no recourse, I will have to call your.