Sort of.By that, I mean that whenever I saw her, she threw me a blinding smile, but did not come over to me, or talk to me, or walk home with me. It w...s maddening. The love of my life had, after all, kissed me and told me that, not only was I her boyfriend, she didn't want to fight me off! Instead, she just made sure she didn't have to fight me off, by staying away from me.It took me almost a week, but I began to suspect she was just telling everybody I was her boyfriend, so she wouldn't have. "You're just buttering us up. So you just come her to look at the babes," Cleo asked."Well, yes, but it's really more than that. My wife and I used to come here even before we were married and for quite a while after. Just reminiscing, mostly, to tell the truth."They all looked at each other, then Shana asked me, "Why don't you join us, Michael. We'd like that very much." So, I picked up my things and followed them to their spot where they had blankets down on the sand. It was lovely following. Are you ready to talk or do you want to eat something first?”“I’m ready, I guess,” she sighed.“Does this have to do with the conversation we had about four years ago?”She sighed, “Yes.”“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” I suggested. “Then we’ll figure out how I can help you. Or if we need someone else to help.”“You can,” Katy said. “I trust you. Just you, right now.”“OK.”She took a deep breath.“You know my struggle that started about four years ago? And what I started to figure out?”“Yes,. At the hotel, with her bra and panties on the dash for all to see, I made her go and get the room. Humiliation continued. As we got into the room, I told her to stop, face me and remove the dress and shoes, I had her standing there naked. Next I walked to her and placed the new collar around her neck and snapped the new leash. Leading her to the mirror I told her what a no good dirty slut she was, a preachers daughter, probably already carrying my baby, here as my number one slut. Now it.