We did not speak to each other for about 10 minutes. I apologized to her for my bad intentions. She said she did not know that I was in love with her ...or so many years. She kept her hand on my head and I did not know how to react. I rested my head on her shoulders and she did not seem to mind. I was surprised a little bit. We sat like that for a few minutes. I put my left arm around her and there was no reaction from her.After about 2/3 minutes I put my right hand on her shoulder and she did. He had no idea why she needed to be so rude. Her aunt had been such a delightful woman, obviously Katherine was nothing like her. “So your staying then?” he said in a cold flat voice. “Not that it’s any of your concern, but I will be staying here until I take care of some business, and then I will be selling the house.” “What! Selling it, you can’t-” “I assure you I can, Mr. Valentine. I have no use for a house in California. My home is in Michigan and I will be staying there, where people are. I notice a car parked out on the street in front of our house. I didn't pay much attention to it as I pulled into the driveway. I exit the vehicle, and open the backdoor. I am humming the song, 2+2 is on my mind, to myself as I enter the house. It is awful quiet in the house, odd that I don't hear the kids making any noise. I know they will be up no school tomorrow. There is a teacher in service day. Whatever the hell that is? Hmm maybe she went some place with the kids; I never did check and. She heard the whistle of the whip right before it laid across the backs of her thighs, a strip of acid-hot fire on her skin."If you have to pee, then pee, slut. Right now, while we're walking."He laid another stripe form the whip in the other direction and she burned, her face burning with shame, her thighs burning with the fire of he whip and her shoulders tensing and hurting, a band of agony she had almost allowed to slip form her mind.The stream of acrid-smelling urine which ran slowly down.