“Beautiful,” her father mumbled to himself, at what specifically Paige could not tell for sure.He lay down beside her, sideways on his elbows, and...looked into her pretty, slightly freckled face. He always did like the small and elegant, silver nose ring that she wore now.She turned to look back at him. He’d be forty-eight now, and still looked quite fit and athletic. It made Paige happy to realize this every time she met her father after a long break. Staying healthy and in good shape was. She resisted and kept her mouth firmly closed. Fuck you she shouted, then spat in my face. I wiped the spit off my cheek on the back of my hand, looking at it dribble down to my wrist. Then I slapped her with a back hand across her cheek. No more games u fucking slut, do as I tell you Slap again just for good measure. Her cheek turning a dark shade of red in the rough shape of a hand, my wedding ring leaving a raised ridge where it made contact with her cheek bone. Utter shock captured in her. "This is going to take forever to clean up!"Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and were honkingthe horn."Alex, can you clean this up? If I don't go now, they're going toleave without me!"I nodded and grabbed a mop.As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek."You can give me a good spanking tomorrow." she whispered intomy ear.I'm not sure, but think I actually blushed.Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass filled my head as Ifinished up closing the store. But, by the time I got. Her hair seemed to shine with an angelic glow as the sun’s rays highlighted her hair and the gentle summer breeze whisked it all around her beautiful face. Eventually, our lunchtime ends and we gradually return to work and part with friendly smiles. I slowly return to my little cubicle as my heart flutters like butterfly wings as it gradually meanders around a lavish garden, but the sounds of telephones, fax machines and other office clamor quickly snaps me back into ‘reality’. That weekend, I.