”“It’s the continuation of your personal rights I’m concerned with.” Truman let the statement hang in the air. Was that a threat? “I think...we’re finished here. Have a good day, Ramsey.”Any sane man would have taken that as a warning to back off, but there are few sane reporters. I had a new bone to chew. Someone had poisoned the atmosphere and sterilized all men. I planned to find out who.There was an alert on my phone and I called up the latest ‘official bulletin’ from the government. They. ’ She brushed the clip with her finger, watching it wobble, and glanced at my face. ‘She’s so stoic.’ Megan looked a little disappointed. ‘Practice,’ Stacey said shortly. ‘Now, about that other matter?’ ‘They’ve been asking about your friend, Michael. A warrant to search his apartment for ‘contraband’ crossed my desk this morning.’ ‘Is he okay?’ I asked before I could think. I hadn’t seen him for weeks. Stacey shot me an annoyed look and the weight of her displeasure squeezed a tiny burst of. .the sound of him removing his belt from his jeans........a sound that I'd come to know signaled that he now intended to use the wide leather strap on me. Helpless, tied and suspended in just my thin silky black bikini panties I nervously anticipated the first biting sting of the leather belt. I didn't have long to wait as I heard the tell-tale sound of the leather strap whistling through the air a split second before the belt made contact with my waiting bum. SMACK!!! it landed upon my right. Of the sisters, the youngest was Barbara, cute as a button, six years old, and besotted with my father. She'd sit in his lap, and even called him "Daddy" a time or two. My dad adored the child, sure, but he was uncomfortable with the situation; still, he played along and doted on her.The next up the chain was Molly, my sister's age, and they became inseparable.Ah, and then there was Cindy.David and Cindy were barely eleven months apart, so she was a little older than I, even though we were both.