After we once more found ourselves hanging off the side of the pool and sipping our wine, I asked John about Stuart. “So, how long have you known St...art?” I asked.“We met in high school,” he answered.“I don’t wish to be rude, but he almost seems to have a hold of sorts over you,” I innocently inquired.John remained quiet for some time before he answered. “What I’m about to tell you must never be repeated,” John earnestly said.“Of course,” I assured him.Again there was a long silence before John. The impact of the running jolted her bottom which throbbed painfully as it bounced but there was no way she would let herself stop until the timer had counted down to zero. After a drink of water it was time for the exercise cycle. Mentally chastising herself for this choice of activity, Sophie grimaced through another agonising twenty minutes. The plan wasn’t working as all Sophie’s thoughts were focussed on her painful bottom. Finally the gentle rhythm of the cross-trainer provided the space. "Ashley nodded and let Dave go. Dave then dashed to his car. He sped homeand ran up to his bedroom. He grabbed some of his wife's clothes andstuffed them in a plastic bag. He then grabbed a step ladder and tookhold of the key. He hopped off the ladder and ran over to the jewelrybox. He opened it up with the key and slipped on the necklace. He thoughtabout being himself once more. Heather blinked her eyes and stared around her bedroom. She clutched atthe necklace and began to make sense of. "I fidgeted and finally got up to clean the pan. There was no way I was going to tell him about the Creeper. I wiped off the counters and again, Billy just waited. The entire process didn't take half the time I wished it to.Yet, I spoke again. "It seemed to change then. I'm not sure I can explain it." Not sure I wanted to as much as I had to."If you remember high school, and how you'd dream some nasty little sexy dream of the capt of the football team, well, you being a guy it was the.