.. once you say yes, that's it, No turning back". My voice had grown hoarse. There was silence on the other end of the line... Then: "Yes. I want my b...rthday ass swatted. Hard!" I boldly added..."OK, no masturbating until Saturday is that understood? You aren't to touch yourself for the next four days...You are to remain pristine and virtuous until then" I added... "All right"... Jennifer's voice was more timid than I had ever heard it before. She was enjoying this, and I was aiming to please. "If you can't afford to buy the poor thing outright, chances are you can't afford the food or the vet bills, right?" The dachshund breeders I know will interview the people who come to buy their puppies. They hardly ever make money on a litter, and they'd rather keep a pup than sell it to the wrong person." I doubt they interview future owners in this place," Erica said glumly."Oh, sure they do," Bob interjected. "Problem is, they just ask, 'Cash or charge?'"He pulled his daughter close and. “She’s upset. You have to remember that you were her age once.”“Yes, I was,” the woman admits. “But I was also thirteen and it was expected of me.”“Perhaps we waited too long,” John says with a sigh.“Or maybe you were too lenient on her,” Mary counters.“Maybe. Just maybe,” he compromises.Emily Elizabeth has the big, black stallion where she wants him: in his stall. And she is naked. She waited until the farm hands were finished working on bathing the horses and feeding them before slipping. I was still fuming ten minutes later, when the phone rang. I guessed it was Cathy, calling back to apologise.“Yeah?” I grunted down the line.“Will?” the voice said. “It’s Lori, did you speak with Cathy? How is she? Are you okay?”“Sorry, Lori,” I said. “I did speak with Cathy, well, it was more a case of her dumping on me; she’s somehow royally pissed off with me.”I gave her a brief rundown of everything she said.“How about you come out sailing with me today,” she said. “You’ll enjoy today’s.