“No.”“Does it even matter?”“No, that’s why you lay on my left.”We lay down on the towel. She was already playing with my hair, her littl... fingers twirling and stroking the strands. I turned to her. She squeezed her breasts together when she lay on her side. “You need a new haircut.”“We went to the hairdresser a month ago.”“Yeah but you still need one.”“We’ll see. Maybe tomorrow, my parents are home all day anyway.”“Let’s go camping instead.”I blinked. “What about the haircut?”“That can. "I'm a fuckin' whore" she answered. Again he slapped her face hard, "What are you?" he again asked. "I'm a fuckin' worthless piece of shit whore" Carol answered. By now I was getting so turned on I reached over and placed my hand over Jon's as he continued to stroke his cock. "You need to be punished" Mike added and with that, the first of many lashes went flying across her tits as she jerked back from the blow. With each lash Carol cried out as the pain must have coursed through her body. I. The whole family used to come to us. But I don’t know now...”“Same here. All mine live in striking distance, but Cath and Clare would come here and stay over.” John thought for a moment. “Why don’t you write and ask them what they would like to do, and we can go from there.”Claire sent off an email to them all, including Thomas, and the same evening there came a reply from Elizabeth.We have discussed it and there is no way we are going to Dad’s if you are not there. We are all agreed we would. Coming down the stairs off the aircraft was a slow and careful process. Much of her facial bruising had disappeared, but there were still dark spots and puffiness near her eyes, giving evidence to her trauma.Georgette and I rode with Thomas and Sarah in their SUV. We had Georgette sit on the right side of the rear seat so that the shoulder belt wouldn't touch her still-healing shoulder and arm. She was weaning herself off the pain medication and substituting an over-the-counter remedy. Knowing.