“She doesn’t want a date, date ... she wants a date,” Samantha said with an odd emphasis on the last word. It was almost like it was in quotes.�...�Huh?” Dexter asked.Samantha looked over at the woman on the Stair Master. She said, “Dexter is in the process of getting divorced from his wife. He hasn’t been on a date in twenty years.”“That explains it,” the woman said.Dexter said, “Oh. You want to know if I’ll be her date, right?”“Yes,” Samantha said.“It’s not a real date, is it? I’m not divorced. I am going to give you ninety days to consider our future. I will pack and I will leave you. I will not be in contact with you for three months. At the end of that period, I will return and you can decide if you are willing to change your ways. If you choose to continue to ignore my concerns, I will file for divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. Do I make myself clear?" I asked in a demanding voice.Sarah stood wide-eyed and speechless as I gave her my ultimatum. I wasn't certain. "I'm not afraid of nothing!" Soap and water!" Oh, mom!" We both laughed at that, and then he jumped up and ran off insearch of danger. I got up and finished hanging out the laundry.Nathan got home before supper, so he sat at the kitchen table and toldme about their first visit with Timothy while I fixed our meal. Ofcourse, the children gathered round, and we took it all in together."He doesn't look any more beat up than before, but he looks very, verytired." Did you and brother Chupco go in at. With a broad and spiteful smile she lifted the whip and sent its first stinging bite to his buttocks, making him writhe in pain and emit muffled cries into the panties; she showed no mercy and repeated several times in succession, enjoying watching the red lines express themselves across his tortured flesh as each punishing lash was delivered to her pleasure. Westing's cock rubbed furiously at the sheets as his tears flowed with pain and perverse pleasure at being captive and dominated by the.