They too were sat eating silently looking around the cabin area towards the woodland and down to the creek and lake path. Both were still simply dress...d in summer frocks, the night oppressively hot and close and clammy. The problem with the night was in flight around our heads, in flight only when not feeding on our blood. Mosquitos whined, but thankfully didn’t pester too much as the citronella lamps drove them away from our food and us.After dinner, we moved inside the cabin and chose a game. It wasn’t in his nature. Don took all life threw at him and grinned. He rolled with the punches, ducked his head and kept on keepin’ on. He was on the way through town headed for the John Deere dealership thirty-seven miles away for a part for his old combine. Most farmers would be so angry they were shaking and shouting because of the breakdown. Don was upset, but accepted what the fates or, perhaps, Murphy threw at him. After all, he was alive, he had a wonderful wife who worked alongside him. Wanna come with me tomorrow?”“Of course. Can we ride in that thing?”“My luxury limo? I’ll be your proud chauffeur.”Richard put all his clothes (except what he was wearing) into the washer and turned it on. Cat made them tea and they chatted while awaiting their parents.“What are you going to study?” he asked.“Seriously?”“Seriously.”“How to nab a husband.”“That’s a joke.”“No. I’m going to take courses in art and literature. I know I’ve no musical talent. But I want to be up on the arts. And I. France witnessed what was happening and he could see the look of pain on Isabella's face which contrasted deeply with the look of sheer pleasure on the face of the old Nun.Franco watched as the Nun brought her hand down,rhythmically on Isabella's bare bottom.He pleaded with the Nun but was told to remain silent,that his time to be spanked would come.The sound of the spanking taking place,coupled with Isabella's screams filled the room.Franco's bottom felt hot just with the antiscipation of what.