Two had pink pistols, but it was the one without who was clearly incharge.She did the legal thing, saying the words she was supposed to say, and Ihit ...he the button when she said the word "sissy"The metal plate they had been standing on made a really nice conductor, asdid their high heeled shoes.I moved quickly, grabbing one of the guns and going downstairs.One shot brought down the last of them who were in the house.Then I went outside, snuck up to the van and gave the driver a shot to. I thought about Veronica’s confession, the fear of pregnancy she hadn’t been able to reveal until tonight. And I thought about the handjob she had surprisingly offered and given me – and where do we go from here? Would she eventually want to make love, open up her legs, as she put it, and take me in after all these years? And I thought about Gaynor. Oh, I thought a lot about Gaynor. Various memories of happy, loving times, the glorious sex. And wondered how she’ll react to my e-mail, my. Her eyes lit up and she wanted toknow, "Can we watch?" For sure. I'm a big show-off."During that exchange Chrissy could only stand there as his horror grew.He darted his eyes around, like a trapped animal searching for anescape route. In just his chemise and panties, the slippers havingflow off when he kicked his feet during the spanking, he felt utterlyvulnerable. His make-up, damaged by perspiration and tears, brandedhim as the sort of target Ace aimed for. Those used tissues stillfilled. Daddy peered round his office door and turned back to me, face beaming with excitement. ‘He’s arrived. Look sharp, Clarie, don’t slouch.’ He walked out and I followed. ‘Mr Cox, lovely to see you again,’ a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook hands with my father and hugged. ‘You too, Enrique, how is your father, recovering I hope,’ Daddy said, with a chuckle. Enrique smiled widely and nodded, ‘Recovering well,.