When he was done, her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were criss-crossed with thin nasty weals. Where they’d overlapped, little spots and smear... of blood were visible. They left her in her bonds weeping for a few minutes. Then the tall, skinny blonde corporal with the prominent Adam’s apple came over with a brush and a pot. The pot contained a mixture of olive oil, salt, hot pepper, and urine from the privy. The corporal painted her wounded buttocks with the mixture. Instantly she howled. She felt uncomfortable but excited all the same. She had not been up to the cabins in years and she had forgotten how beautiful it was. She would definitely be able to give them their space. She would be more than happy to take a book down to the lake and read for the next two weeks. She had brought plenty of books with her. “You need help carrying that?” Harrison asked Peyton, reaching for her bags. “No,” she smiled up at him. “I think I have it covered.” “Suit yourself,” Daniel laughed.. He knew he loved that look. Her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips appeared soooo fragile and young looking he told himself that it was hard to believe she was a 28 year old woman. Slim and slightly busty, she was an every man’s woman he thought. She put her arms around him and unexpectedly gave him a loving like hug. Spencer loved how she felt and smiled. He felt as if he was the one who was “naïve” and inexperienced but was he, he wondered? Here he was, in her home, and Angela and Spencer laid. ****** Oh, yes. I dream of you just as I fantasize about you, but with more passion than my conscious mind would ever allow. In my dreams, my room is much more elegant than the plain bare walls that it has in the real world. It is no longer the room of a lonely, tired woman, but is now the boudoir of a sensual, desirable lover. In my dreams, you come to me, take me in your arms and kiss me deeply and passionately until I swoon. When my knees give out you wrap me in your arms and guide me to.