He brought the cane back and brought it snapping back onto her bottom. There was a brief pause before the sting wrenched a squeal out of Christine’s...lips and Mark could see the welt begin to form. He waited a few seconds before repeating the stroke slightly lower on her bottom, making her squeal again. Once again, Mark waited a moment for her to recover and asked her how many more. She replied “six.” Mark tapped her bottom again with the cane and then resumed applying stripes on her bottom with. And perhaps, their Creators have their own Creators." But what am I to do?" asked J. Pennington Pennyworth. "Without a extant Creator, won't I cease to be?" Perhaps. Perhaps not." answered the old man. "Sometimes it is possible to extend past our Creators original intent for us. We take on our own lives and others provide the spark that allows us to exist." But wouldn't that change me?" Of course. But deep down you would always be the you who your Creator made. The core of your being, your soul. “Not really.”“Do you want to talk about it?”He winced. She wasn’t surprised.To save him the pain of trying to explain, she said, “Your mom told me what was going on.”“She knew? Why didn’t she say anything to me?”“I don’t know for sure, but she said she was trying to talk to your aunt. Maybe she hoped she could fix everything before you knew anything about it.”His voice tight and carrying touches of anger, he said, “She should have told me.”“Maybe, but what’s done is done. She was just. " Angie laughed.We stayed about an hour, laughing at stories both Angie and Monica told about their experiences. We left and Angie invited us back to her place for a drink. "So, let me ask you, since you're not a professional, how was it to sit in there all day, watching people have sex all day long.? You must be extremely horny." Monica asked."Monica, you can't ask him a question like that!" Angie interrupted."Why not? Look, he had to sit there all day watching hot girls get fucked and fuck.