But it’s not like I’ve not been in a serious relationship before. I was engaged for twelve years... twelve long years. After more than a decade of...promises, he fucked off with an Albanian whore who he met on the net. Karma has a way of raining shit in equal measure though; she rinsed him clean of everything he had. Last I heard of him, he was living back at his parents.Anyway, back to Dick.I wanted a guarantee that Dick was mine at the end of the night. So I crossed my legs under the table, but. "Who led the Plymouth colony?" I asked softly. "Umm ... it was ... oh, damn! ... umm ... was it John what's-his-name?" She looked at me as though asking for his last name."No," I said, and brought the whip down on her ass with a medium stroke. It made a nice crack! as it hit, and my already stiff cock swelled to its maximum."Ow!" she cried out, "that hurts!" That's the idea. Now what was his name?" I don't know. I can't remember." She looked at me, expecting me to hit her again. Instead I asked. She paused and rubbed her thumb over her fingers, feeling the moisture. My cock was still wet from Lauren’s blowjob.It was a very awkward car journey. Little was said between us, leaving most of the journey being made in silence. We made good time, however, and we pulled up outside the store. I worked at a few minutes early.My mom leaned over, gave me a motherly peck on the cheek and said goodbye as nothing had happened. I wondered if such ability came with parenthood. I had a feeling it was. ‘Than what?’ ‘Than my day. I’ve read the essence of the material we’re covering but the professors insist on going over it the way it’s laid out by their favorite authors. Probably guys with whom they have reciprocal agreements to use what the other wrote.’ ‘Hungry?’ I asked. ‘I made some very tasty chicken gumbo for us.’ He feigned annoyance. ‘I reheated some very tasty chicken gumbo for us.’ I smiled sweetly. He squeezed me with more strength than I knew he had. ‘This is what I get to come.