She actually looked concerned as we looked into each other’s eyes.‘Hmmm - we will see. I don't think you're going to like this, Jason but if that ...s what you think you deserve?’She let the question hang in the air, clearly wanting a response. I swallowed, then spoke.‘Yes please, Lorraine. I want you to give me fifty strokes…’ I hesitated, then continued. ‘And I want you to make sure they’re hard, and I don’t want you to stop until you’ve given me all fifty, even if I’m crying or begging you to. I skulked behind the big tree until her long, black limo drove off. Only then did I step into the open and wave. She always teased me that my smile caused my ears to lift up. Seeing her trot towards me, I felt them do just that. When she was close enough, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She grabbed both sides of my head and plastered her lips to mine with her tongue inside my mouth."So everything's cool?" I said.Jenna looked at her feet. I waited."What's wrong?" I asked.She looked up. "My. She accepted the invitation and so as not to make her uncomfortable, said that I would book a room for each of us. Naturally I was hoping this might change once we arrived and the sexual tension we both seemed to be feeling could be released in a night of wild sensual pleasure. When the weekend finally came and we had settled in at the resort, Janice and I spent the day hiking, playing tennis and having another romantic dinner. Later that evening, after a nightcap and conversation, we kissed. She heard the one thing that made all the difference, and for a moment she forgot about the drama playing out across the street.Scared, stunned, and comforted, all at the same time, Judith clung to Terry as they exchanged tender words of devotion, but even being reconciled to her last great love was not enough to distract her completely from the events taking place across the street.The old man, beautifully new again, had now produced a huge golden horn from beneath his robe and raised it to.