The only times that Lucy had ever got close to the sexual gratification that she had got in the aftermath of her caning as a seventeen-year-old was wh...n she mentally reminisced about it with her fingers between her legs. Sex with Henry had ceased more than a decade previously but Lucy had never found that to be very fulfilling anyway so she did not miss it. She knew that there were women and certainly men that you could contact to get your bottom flogged and she had got as far as looking on the. But my mind was only for him.I didn't talk to him for few days until he told my sister to message me so we can talk again. Then we talked again. I was missing him badly, while he tried to act cool and nothing happened.I don't know if I'm bitching out cos I asked him to do sex with me, but he refused cos he said we were just friends.So after few days just having regular talk, I went to his house just for regular visit as our houses was close to each other. I thought I could build a normal. " How can you tell?" Nate glanced at the slim figure still peering intothe reader."The set of her shoulders for one thing," Sinclair responded, thenfrowned. "Trust me, Nate. You don't want to be on the wrong end of oneof her moods. That can be painful, or fatal." I saw her in action, remember," Nate responded, then found a convenientcrate to sit on. "She's an Erinyes, right?" Oh yeah," Sinclair nodded with a small grimace. "Us Myrmidons usuallytend to be at odds with that kind, we. The picture portrait of herself she published on line showed me a beautiful, well-endowed young blond girl who looked to be about sixteen years of age. In the picture she was nude except for a baseball cap perched on the side of her head. That photo accompanied each of her emails on an Excite incest site.However anyone can place a picture on the Internet and claim, "Look! This is me!" And the poster might be a sixty-year-old three hundred pound transvestite playing a role.Having said the above.