A woman whose voice I didn’t recognize answered. ‘Riley, Matthews and Sullivan, may I help you?’ the voice said. ‘Uh, yeah, I’d like to spea... to Monica Nichols, please,’ I said hesitantly. The woman laughed in a good-natured way. ‘You mean Monica Sullivan,’ the woman said. ‘I’ll see if she’s free. Who should I say is calling?’ ‘It’s Crystal,’ I said. ‘Crystal, are you OK?’ the woman said. ‘You, of all people, ought to know that your mother hasn’t gone by her maiden name in over 25 years. Has. Pulling your hair back you open your mouth in a gasp and i simultaneously spit into it.Your eyes widen and you swallow.A painfull slap is delivered to your cheek turning your whole face red.I order you to stand at the wall, you know whats coming. With your hands outstretched, palms flat against the wall you lean back awaiting the cane.With all the force i can muster the cane is brought down on your ample ass"1" you start the countI return to my coffee savouring the aroma of the expensive beans. He wasn't as young as some of the other guys,but he was was very yummy.Tall,with long brown hair,which I usually hate,and muscles like a builder.He was over from Almeria in Spain,and would only be here for a week.His advert said he did massages,amongst his other services.So I told myself I would book an hour,and just get a rub down.Then maybe I could build up the courage over time to get more. So while I was buzzing from the wine, I phoned up and booked him for an hour later.So about 65. They knew how it would happen for them. The girl would snuggle back against her guy, pulling his arms around her, feeling his excitement grow against her. In the forest’s dim light they’d kiss, their hearts beating with the rapidity of the pre-recorded cricket chirps.That night they would ride no other ride, progressing further with every trip through the mountain, kissing becoming fondling, fondling becoming sucking, sucking becoming virginity lost. Each ride separated by a torturous wait in.