" You really look the part, you know," Susan said."How so?" he said, but he thought he knew what she was going to say."You're so ... so damned strong ...ooking. Sturdy. But you look more like a home run hitter than my idea of a pitcher." We pretty much come in all shapes and sizes," he said."How are we going to do this?" Susan said, abruptly leaving the subject of baseball."You mean, see each other? It won't be easy. If you were living alone, working days or something, you could show up at lots. "What is it, Cara? Is Ray making advances toward you?" I asked."Not exactly, John. He does kid around and tries to touch my arm or hand whenever I'm alone with him. He talks about how he used to think about me and stuff like that." Isn't there someone you can tell, someone you can talk to?" ... and tell them what, John. 'Um, sir, I dated Ray one time before I was married and now he's talking to me.' John, I can't prove anything. I even put a tape recorder in my drawer but he never says anything. So start counting." W-wait, master..." she started, but was cut off by my sharp smack on her right ass cheek. "Ah!" Start counting, slut!" I commanded."Please, it hurts, I promise I won't be late again!" she begged."Good, I hope you can keep that promise." I didn't stop, though. I smacked her hard on the left cheek this time. "But if you don't start counting, I'll lose track and I'll have to restart!"I raised my right arm and brought it down on her right cheek once again."Three! That's three!". I sat there trying to calculate her age. I knew Davey's folks got married right out of high-school because she got pregnant so... if Jean was 20 when she had Davey's old man... somewhere in her fifties, I guessed. My mind started wandering... "55" What?" I'm 55. I could see your mind working."I blushed. "I'm sorry, Mrs Masterson." Jean! I told you. And it's OK. I'm quite flattered."I had nothing to say. She'd read me like a book. There was an awkward pause. Awkward for me, I suppose. I think.