Katharina ist zwar keine Jungfrau mehr hat aber dadurch das sie seit zwei Jahren von ihrem Freund getrennt ist. Seit dem wurde sie auch nicht mehr gef...ckt. Tagsüber war sie zu beschäftigt um darüber nachzudenken, doch abends war sie sehr verzweifelt denn es fehlte ihr ein Kerl der es ihr einfach besorgt, hart und dreckig. Sie war eigentlich sehr Begerenswert. Allerdings war Katharina schon immer Arogant gewesen und behandelt andere immer von oben herrab.So verzweifelt wie sie war brauchte. . oooowww . . ." Again and again he made me flinch, staggering his slaps as if they were the rhythm to a new song. My breath coming in short, sharp bursts, I looked back over my shoulder and grinned like the nasty slut I was. Gawd, I could just hear it -- their next hit propelled to the top of the charts by a chorus of my sissy cries!A slap on my left cheek. "You're a nasty sissy, aren't you?" Yes!"A smack on my right cheek. "No better than a cheap whore, right?" Yes!"This time, his hand landed. "Help us!"The canoe approached slowly as the two men paddled gently with the current. When it arrived, shock, and terror wiped their eyes to see what was left of the Sara. Her topsail pole still remained slightly extended above the surface of the river.Marlowe seemed incoherent and spoke very little of her ordeal, until she stepped in the canoe."Hurry and get me out of this stinking place," she said. Stumbling for the canoe."Don't forget about the injured man," James reminded her."Stuff it,". Although she didn't have to give in yet.Still, it was cold. She would have to thank him for the birthday present, anyway; and she had two more days to write that letter. She took the history book back to bed. Curled up under the blankets, still wearing the socks if not the slippers, she finally got warm.Steve shoveled the walk again before Saturday's breakfast. His mother drove him and the shovel to Hauksbee's. He had half the walk outside the drugstore shoveled when Hauksbee got there."Why.