"Now," she said, "You will pay for what you did to me." What are you talking about??" I asked desperately.In response, she slaps me in the face hard. ...Then she drags me by my cuffed hands into the hotel bathroom, where a hot shower is running. It's so hot I'm already sweating, and she tells me to take off my clothes or else it will be all the worse; her tone makes me obey. "You're filthy and hairy, so first I'm going to clean you up, and then teach you what true justice is." She handcuffs me. She refused to answer me right away, though, and said, “Let’s go to the living room first, please?”I was even more worried now and thoughts of her having cancer, or some other lethal disease, flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to lose her.We sat down on the couch, facing one another. With the nights getting colder, Ilse had taken a liking to wearing a nightshirt after our lovemaking, while I wore a t-shirt and boxer shorts. A shiver ran down my spine and goose bumps made their appearance on. Read the bottom line." She handed him the bankbook and her passport.His eyes got big... "Yes, Mrs..." He squinted at the passport name, "Austin. This fine young man needs a suit." I'd love to tell you that was a question ... but it was a statement ... irrefutable ... He looked me up and down and side to side, "From the skin out. And the services of a boot-maker ... and a haircut!"Mother smiled, "I totally agree. Shut up, David. Amber, control your man."Shit ... that's going to bruise! "OW!". He had always longed for the touch of their soft nubile bodies... “So tell me about yourself, Mark!”She was talking to him! He stared back at her, never hard to do with a pretty teenager in a cheerleader’s uniform. He tried to look into her eyes as he answered, but some mystical force sent his eyes back down to her bare, smooth legs.“I’m ... I’m an eng-engineer.”“An engineer? That’s so cool! You must be really smart!”He blushed.“So what kind of engineering do you do?”“Um ... I ... um ... well.