The recent rain had turned the sand into semi-permeable concrete. The ground was damp. Fortunately, we had brought a plastic drop cloth to put down, s... as not to ruin the blankets. The ground was not only damp but also cold and it took several layers of blankets to made a warm patch. The girls were playfully roughhousing and Sally got pushed off the blanket onto the cold damp turf."Eeeeoooo, I'm soaked," she cried.When she stood up, I saw that her shorts and exposed buttocks were wet and dirty. .March the fifteenth began normally enough for Mary. She rose, sluiced her face and arms with muddy water from the can in the kitchen and shuffled out and leant on the parapet of the walkway overlooking the weed grown courtyard of their block of flats. The sun had not yet risen, but already the air was hot, muggy. She was wearing only a man's old stained tee shirt that reached to her knees and nothing else, but the air on her body was of no relief. She felt restless and needing. It was that. She felt Mrs Jones's tight grip around her waist but didn't once try to get up as she knew that she would suffer another spanking tomorrow if she did try. In fact, she knew that none of the girls ever tried it for that very reason.Eventually, the spanking was over and Sally heard Mrs Jones order, "Get up girl and bend over. You are getting six strokes of the cane."Sally gasped as she had never expected the cane. However, as she got up from Mrs Jones's lap she saw Mrs Brown hand over a cane. She. "Annelie Hagman here." Good evening Mrs. Hagman. My name is Michael Albertson, my wife is a very close friend to your husband and I regret to say that I have some information you ought to know."I told her everything I knew and gave her my cell phone number so she could get further information later on. She took it rather cool and told me that Sarah was his second known affair so far. She had forgiven him for the first she found out about one year ago but had been suspecting that wasn't his.