I had just established a good rhythm when Carol told Mom and Dad, "Oh, by the way, tomorrow at school I'm going start telling people that I'm a lesbia... and Julia is my bi lover. We'll start holding hands and kissing in public."#1: #4: It would be fair to say that Carol's announcement stimulated some lively discussion.I was pleasantly surprised that it was an adult discussion. I don't mean because of the subject matter; I mean that all us kids were treated maturely. Even Donna had her opinion. I step next to you and lay across your lap. I can hear you arranging the belt, getting ready for the first blow. The metal buckle is clinging around, and it makes me even more nervous. Before you take the first swat, you run your hand across my bottom, lifting my shirt and leaving me exposed."Next time," you say, "you'll listen to me. I should never come home to a disobedient girl ever again." Your tone is harsh and unwavering. I get goosebumps, and I'm not sure if you notice. Either way, you. "Linda! You didn't, did you?" I demanded with incredulity in my voice. There was a pregnant pause before she answered me."No, I didn't, if you must know" she growled, the sleep still stuck in her eyes. "Why? What's the difference?" Good. The tread on those tires have a bad habit of picking up that ... shit ... and smearing it all down the side of the fucking sleeper. And that, my love, makes for one hell of a shitty mess!" I declared to her. The resulting smirk on her face did little to soothe. He laughed as he watched, and also said he got why it was a fun game to play. “Although I am not into all those tables, I bet it is a lot of fun to play.” And even he called Holly a “Bitch” when she turned on the other players, and said they should all kick her ass. Then when he understood she had been used, he looked slightly ashamed.“Uncle Dave, that was how I wrote it. Yes, she was setting them up. But against her will, think of it as magical blackmail. She did not want too, but she had no.