She looked up at me and smiled a slow grin. I paused for a couple of seconds."Right, Sue, cast off please and back the jib!"I pulled in the mainsheet ...nd we started moving through the water."OK, Sue, release the jib and sheet in on the leeward side, please!"The dinghy then jumped eagerly forward, I sat down on the side bench and set course for Frogmoor Creek, and Sue stretched out, tossing her hair in the breeze, running the fingers of one slender hand through the tresses to take them out of. Recreation, I shall call it. Purely for my entertainment.’ The crop was swung again, and bit hard across his buttocks. Yet it was the indignity hurt him. The actual hot bite of the crop, its warmth spreading through his buttocks, was almost welcome in the slight chill of the night. Again and again he was striped. The fiend wielding the crop seemed to be enjoying the play very much, making little comments about ‘How pretty a striped bottom looks’ or how his ass was ‘Nicely made for punishment’.. Then all my emotions spilled out. “It’s just that I…I love you Julia. As a friend…but also so much more.” Silence. I had never told her I was lesbian, and for good reason too. Her parents were probably the biggest homophobes in town. Every time I went over for dinner they’d be discussing with disgust the latest advancements on gay marriage. “It’s just that…every time I see you, I feel like a piece of heaven fell to the earth,” I said, bowing my head, trying to fill up the stillness that formed. "Chanel," he announced and, dropping to one knee, presented it to her.She looked at it and then, dropping to her knees, flung her arms round his neck and kissed him, really kissed him. "Thank you, darling," she whispered and kissed him again, marginally more gently.David poured their drinks. Moira took a sip of hers and then handed it back to him."Yum! Thanks!" She pointed to the armchair. "Sit!"She collected her phone from her bag and sat on his knee, taking her drink back and sipping again.