"Well, whenthey can't screw you in the conventionalway, they'll find some other way to get theirmoney's worth. That's the breaks, kid. Lucky for you,...no one bid on your secondhour, so you can just sit there and relax for awhile." Wendy curled up on the hard floorand drifted off to sleep. *****By Saturday morning, Wendy was mostlyrecovered from her beating, and her anus nolonger hurt. Friday night seemed like ‑‑‑ abad dream, almost. She had the thought thatshe should go to. "You said you wanted to punish me," she said."I never said that you couldn't enjoy your punishments. But it is important that you learn from them, or in the future I won't make punishments as enjoyable," I told her."I'll try and learn my lessons well! Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked."Not recently enough," I said, kissing her. "And what about you, Jamie? Do you love me too?"She came over and kissed me, then kissed Becky. "You know I do!" she said. I pulled them both on top of me. He was clean-shaven and had a mop of blonde hair.Catherine looked back at Lee, he was dressed all in black, black jeans, black shirt tucked into the jeans and black Chelsea boots finishing off the look. She knew from the last time they had met that she was in for a treat with Lee, he had a fantastic body toned from the hours he spent in the gym both for leisure and as part of his job as a personal trainer.“I am going to the bar does anybody need anything?” asked Lee.They all shook their. Now he seemed to be so authoritarian – almost tyrannical in his supervision of the meal order. Giving his full attention to the waiter, he even took the order pad to check what he had written. Peter seemed to correct some items as if he could read the Chinese characters. He was not boasting of his prowess, he was not boasting of his proficiency in another language he was just at home, perfectly comfortable in this second culture. Overhearing a whispered comment by one of the waiters, ‘The.