He told her that she would have a bathroom to herself, as he would use the other one."There's a small Italian restaurant that a friend of mine owns cl...se to here. What do you think abut having dinner there and we can hit the sheets early tonight and get an early start tomorrow?" he said as she came back into the living room after cleaning up.She agreed and they started out for the restaurant. The restaurant was not busy. He figured that many people were getting ready for the Thanksgiving dinner. She had designed the paddle herself, it was said. She gave detailed drawings to the shop teacher and he had crafted it. It was a solid oak plank that, once it had been shaped, had been criss-crossed with a router, making a fiendish waffle-looking surface. At each cross there was a neatly drilled hole so there would be little air trapped between the board and the offender. It was varnished to a high sheen and it seemed to glow with it own evil light."Ordinarily I allow students a little leeway. ” He patted his thigh as he watched Riley get up; she straddled his hips and kissed him one more. Jake ran his hands all over her body, caressing her as she clasped his nape and deepened the kiss.They moaned as he caressed her breasts, cupped and then kneaded them. Jake broke away and narrowed his eyes on the puppy. He shooed it away with his boot but it wouldn’t let go of his laces. He did not need these messed up.Then he heard Riley’s stomach growl. He looked up at her, “You haven’t eaten. He had gotten there early, in the guise of helping set things up. He had worked beside the people who were being paid to take him out of the game. He had joked and smiled, been slapped on the back by a man that he wouldn't have pissed on if he had been on fire. He sympathized, he listened intently, he did the dirty jobs; the running, fetching and toting. He did it all and gloried in the fact that none of them knew.And then he listened to that fat ass of a Sheriff speak for all of five minutes..