It was his turn to cook dinner for that evening and he was serving pinto beans, barbecued brisket, and canned corn along with Texas Toast. The brisket...was cooking at a nice low temperature in the oven. The beans were slow cooking on the stove.He had spent twenty dollars on the brisket, a dollar on the barbecue sauce, three dollars on the pinto beans, two on the bread, and three dollars on the corn. He just came in under his budget of two dollars a person. It had been a long time since he had. He had been in the middle of an exhausting promotion for his latest book and had reeled off a reading and signing at a large local bookstore in a sleepy seaside tourist town in Devon. He had seen a pretty girl in the audience, watching him closely, listening to his every word spoken in his foreign Yank accent, laughing at his every joking interjection, flashing her great brown eyes at him every chance she could. There were more than a few times that, as he paused to sip from his strong coffee,. Maybe that was the end of the spanking games. Perhaps it was even more than that. I lay wondering what to say, wondering how I really felt about this. What we had was important to me, it was just that, somehow, what we were doing lately was beginning to feel a little false or forced. Liam asking me to do something silly, me pretending to refuse or to try and fail to comply. Liam spanking me as a punishment for being so bad. It was becoming less fulfilling every day, and as a result, we were. And it would mean designing and laying out plumbing. My basic plan would be 30 by 40 feet. At four or five foot centers, that would be 50 pillars. I would plant rebar into the tops of the pillars. And treated 4x6 joists as the bridges.”“Anchor bolts work better than rebar. 3/4 inch. Hex nuts on top.”“Right! You’re Stephen?”“No. Henry. That’s Stephen.”“How deep and how high?”“A foot deep and eighteen above ground. Mebbe more, mebbe less. Dig some sample holes, first.”“That’s a good plan. I’ve.