Rebecca shook her head as she heard Peter sobbing into her cushion. She wanted to stop long before this, but she had promised Joanne that the punishme...t would be a no nonsense one to show Peter Mitchell that Joanne was in charge in their relationship. If he failed to do as she wished, then he would be in serious trouble. Becky returned the strap to her table and selected Joanne’s cane. It was unlike anything she had used before.Joanne Wilson had insisted that her friend should use the thick. You may not remain here too long.“All right, I choose to be a Nord.”A blast of wind and snow knifed through him, and he staggered. Squinting his eyes to see, it seemed like he was still in the entry place. Only now there were unending swirls of snow buffeting him fromevery side. He looked down, and realized he was not remotely still in the entry room. He had on thick fur garments: pants, serviceable boots, jacket with hood, mittens and a cloak. All were fur-lined leather. He pulled up a face. We talked about smoking and drinking. I smoke and am trying to stop. I’ve been through the patch and am now using the gum. He used to drink. We talked about work. We talked about the heat wave and Obamacare and gas prices. We talked about sonograms and baby names and boys versus girls. The suit coat had come off, the tie loosened and the top three buttons unbuttoned. My hair was probably a mess from my combing my fingers through it. At one a.m. I was out of gum and said I needed a smoke. We. The night was falling quickly now, shadows lengthening. The priestesses were lighting lamps, which hung from the trees; the flames were casting flickering dancing shadows. Soon, the sound of music filled the air, lyres, drums, and sweet singing, the sweetest voices imaginable sang praises to the Mighty Goddess of Love.Aphrodite, looking upon Melissa and Desire, slipped her white gown from her shoulders. The Goddess revealed the most perfect and desirable body, her skin shimmering in the golden.