” Sherry’s blue eyes gleamed as she looked at me. “That’s if you still want to stay at the cabin. Otherwise, you’re welcome to stay here wit... me. How does that sound?”Before I could reply, she said, “Better yet — goodness, I wasn't thinking again— my ex-partner’s snowmobile is still in the garage. You could use that if you still think you can ride.” We laughed, then I said, “Really? You would let me use it? Oh my God, it’s been so long, but I’m sure it’s like riding a bike, something you don’t. At 35, she still kept that hourglass figure. Too bad she was such a flake.“Will you talk to him? I mean, if Bill ever catches him...”Bill would do nothing except maybe whine, Byron thought. Even at 15, their son could lay him out with a single hit. Her husband is not what you would call a manly man. One of the many reasons his ex still comes around. They’ve been divorced now for five, maybe six years?Byron sat up on the bed, “Tell you what. Why don’t you come back when he gets home from school. " It's different to have multiple parents. Most of my life, I had two fathers and three mothers. My parents have never argued in public or even in front of any of us children. It can work out, they worked it out." That's good, Bobbi. I don't think it will be an issue here. People were accepting of the three. It was their problem."Can you tell me about the radios?"I said, "SJ is better but I know how to operate the radios and understand a fair bit about antennas. The radio is an HF transceiver. And, Beth's mouth was right on Debbie's slit.Sara, the presiding Rules Judge, then announced to the crowd that since these two were both equally guilty of misusing the 'No!' rule, extenuating circumstances dictated that they be punished together. The sentence, she explained, would be a minimum of 30 lashes each or until her partner makes her cum. If she has not cum at the end of 30 lashes, the whipping will continue until evidence of an orgasm is observed by the Rules Judge."Oh, Shit!" Debbie.