We ended up focusing on the writing.She’d chosen a difficult path. The chances of getting published were always slim at best, especially for unknown...authors. It was the early 00’s, and online options were still pretty rare as well.We talked about her interests (fiction), and her favourite writers (high-toned authors like Faulkner, Lawrence, O’Connor). I asked if she’d ever managed to get anything published.“Only on the ‘net, but not for cash,” she replied quietly.“On-line?” I asked. I knew. Alana nodded her head, tears were streaming down her pretty cheeks. The male officer unzipped his fly and let his thick meaty cock hang in front of Alanas face, it was bigger than Jamess about 10 inches long. Thicker to. Youre going to enjoy this. The woman whispered sexually into Jamess ear. He tried to look away but she held his head. Alana reached out, her hands were shaking. She wrapped a small hand around the base of his cock and started slowly jacking him off. Im sorry James. She said. Two fingers on her left hand and two on the right. He signaled for them to continue. For the third blow, on her calf the shift supervisor hit her not with the full face of the paddle but with its small side just below the knee. He did not deliver with his full strength but the placement and the hard edge was enough for her to almost crumple with pain. Without even waiting for a second he moved to the side he grabbed her leg and pulled it back so as to give himself more room to land a blow on. "I'm not really into those sorts of things," I said."Don't you have a hobby, or something? Aside from reading?" she said."Not really."Momoko stopped and turned around. She put her hands on her hips andstared at me. For a moment, I thought I was about to be scolded.Instead, Momoko sighed."We can fix that," she said, smiling."Fix that?" I said, puzzled. "How?"Momoko turned around and broke into a run."Hey!" I said, calling after her as she began to laugh for some reason,"wait up!" .