"It was a typical Southern California day and Linda relaxed as he shifted into fourth gear. Eighty degrees, puffy clouds and the blue Pacific Ocean to...her right, as the black Porsche sped south, passed the bright red bougainvillea plants, which lined the highway. She now understood what the poet meant when he wrote, "All is right with the world."Glancing at his watch, Richard said,"It's almost ten, and we are coming into Laguna Beach. All the shops will be open. Would you like to stop and pick. " Ok" I answered. He didn't seem mad or anything. If fact he actually seemed quite happy. I sat down and picked up the bottle of syrup my dad had place before me. I poured a generous amount of syrup over my pancakes, while hoping this wasn't an act and my dad wasn't about to start screaming any minute. Screaming about how disappointed he was in me, how his little girl wasn't so innocent any more. But my fear was misplaced and my dad never started screaming. Slowly I relaxed as I ate my. Something ... strange.She had been, was, a scientist. A researcher. Brilliant. Everyone agreed on that. Incredibly observant, intuitive, Not one to stay put, though. Always looking for the next problem to be solved, the next unknown her mind could dive into, she had cut a path through the world of the most cutting edge scientific endeavors. As one project started to bore her, or more often as the truth began to become apparent to her and her colleagues, she moved on. Always staying one step. The red welt began to darken and soon a trickle of blood ran down my side onto my hip and follow the furrow of my thigh and disapear into my crotch. As I watched, this somehow injected a darker eroticism into the scene, similar to having a sharp leather tawes drawn across my naked torso and causing swelling and draw blood, with each smack of the belt.I stood upright again, surveying the rooftops looking for men looking and found myself wanting there to be at least one person having fun.Looking.