Her memories were crystal clear. From the day she was born until a little girl had murdered her. She wondered why she didn’t feel rage or at least c...riosity about the reasons for the little girl to kill her, but she didn’t. The cycle completed it started anew. No sound, no warmth, no time, no rage, no curiosity, nothing, not even boredom, she didn’t feel anything.“Very unfortunate, that’s what it is,” a male voice interrupted.“Unfortunate? It’s a damn mess striving to become a disaster!” A. “Oh, George, I’m so wet, you’ve made me come.’’ I almost popped my shot myself.We made our way back to our table as the lights came up and there waiting for us was the husband of the woman who I’d seen wanking Harry.“Oh, there you are Laura, thank god I’ve found you.’’ Stan seemed too concerned to notice I’d quickly removed my hand from Laura’s waist. “We went out into the car park for a fag and Harry had a nasty turn. You need to look after him, love. Come on.’’Laura looked at me and we. I don't know it was, well, it stung but in a good way." Thenrealizing what she was saying she suddenly looked up and, trying tomake light of it said. "You should try it sometime David. Being spankedI mean. Do you think you might like being spanked?"I felt my face blush then and, I must have blushed a deep red becauseElaine's expression suddenly changed to one that was far more serious."Oh my god you haven't you," Elaine gasped and covered her mouth."Sorry David I didn't mean to say that."Elaine. Then with my tie and pocket squares and the skirt and scarf I slowlymade my way downtown. The streets had cleared a bit so I could get arhythm to my walk and enjoyed myself as I looked at the people Ipassed. Briefly I stood next to a very conservatively dressed man on thecorner. He looked at me in my suit and we gave each other a quicksmile. Two well dressed men on a warm fall evening but he didn't knowI had red toenails, polished finger nails and was carrying a skirt anda scarf for a.