As Catalina and Sheila were having their exchanges, Rose was having thoughts without knowing they were very similar to the ones that Sheila was having... She remembered clearly being caned when she was in the sixth form, just the one time being sent to the headmistress with her best friend, Cathy, who actually, it seemed, enjoyed being caned and was quite often either naughty on purpose or got a double detention just so she would be sent to the headmistress and be caned. Rose’s caning was just. "... She's not pickingup." He studied his secretarie's face for a moment, unsure of what to donext. "I'll try her again..." Once again nothing, his face clouded overwith worry."Ping her work, she may already be there and just has her com off?" hissecretary suggested.Max nodded. "Good idea." He quickly scrolled through his contacts andfound the restaurant, it happened to be one of his favorites. "Hi Franco,Max Augustus here..." He politely waited for his friend to convey hisgreetings. "Hey, I'm. I wouldn't want to change a thing about you."This was the truth, almost. There were plenty of things I wanted to change, but for the moment, he was near perfect. What he lacked in sophistication was offset by the attention he gave me, the special way he made me feel.That was the night he told me he loved me and I told him that I felt the same about him. It had taken seven months to bring us to this point and I wondered how much longer it would be before he proposed marriage. Should I say yes. But one young black guy was lucky. He brought my wife a drink and they started chatting. After a while I could see the black man putting his big hand on Ana’s thighs. The drinks kept flowing and I could see my sweet wife was loosening up.She finally threw her arms around the guy’s neck and they kissed hard.When they finally went to the dance floor, the place now was fully crowded.A group of six black men had entered the bar and now they were on the dance floor, which made it hard to keep track.