"Mrs. Carbonet, please brace yourself. What I found out isn't pretty and I don't think that you even suspect what is going on. If you don't wish to se... what I have found, I'll destroy everything and no one will know such a report ever existed." It sounds juicy. Let's see it," she laughed.Don pushed the pictures he had made from the video and a copy of his report in front of her. She looked at the pictures first and then read the report. Don put the transcript of the audio in front of her and. . w... well, who is it? I mean, who is the guy?" I asked in anticipation.Lance looked over at Antonio, "Its him."Suddenly, I was overcome with such intense anger and rage, "What? Are you fucking serious??" Yes, it was him." He reassured me.I walked over to Antonio, I was really going to give him a piece of my mind. Lance tried to stop me, I probably should have listened to him. "Hey! Monkey!" I yelled out at him.I shoved him back into the manure, "You think you can fuck my woman and get away. I had set up a video camera in every room. Sharon was dressed in a formal gown, as was her friend. The next tape showed her with another teenage boy.Sharon changed into a micro mini dress without a bra or nylons. The video was a live cast. I heard her say, “Tim you’re not supposed to be here.” He took her in his arms and she seemed to try to fight him off. He said, “I want to fuck you. You fucked with Keith. I think you should let me fuck you.”The next day I listened as Sharon and Keith talked. I hit him again. And again. And do you know, he didn't complain once more, or move, or forget the count, so terrified was he of receiving more punishing strokes from that evil brush. You see, corporal punishment really can make a difference! When I'd finished, I kissed his cheek, damp with tears gratified to see his genitalia shrivelled and pathetic between his legs, curled protectively against one thigh, like a baby sea-slug."I'm so,so sorry, auntie", he whimpered, his plump little hands.