Well, when I was young and knew, deep down inside, that I'd done wrong, I always felt better in the end if I was caught and punished by my father, eve... if it hurt. Dad was fair but pretty strict, and whenever I really got out of line, he'd spank me -- right on my bare bottom if the offense was serious enough. For the first time, I wondered: did he ever deal with my mother in the same way? Maybe that was what she needed -- someone to punish her! At the very least, it ought to purge this. “I think you know,” she says, pulling the car off the road.“Where are we going?”“Someplace private,” she explains.A few minutes later they are in the woods, surrounded by trees without a soul in sight.“Where are we?” he asks.“A little place where teenagers can come to fuck without being caught,” she tells him.“I take it you’ve been here before.”“Of course,” she says with a giggle. “Multiple times.”Silence suddenly falls over them.“So about what we’re doing...” she begins.“What about it?”“How. As such she did not seem to have as many hard feelings for Brett as others did.He made small talk with them for a few moments, asking them how their shift was going. They reported that they had not seen a single person all day, making it nearly two straight weeks since a straggler was last spotted from this particular position. Soon Maria, who had heard the rumors about Brett and Michelle, sensed that her presence was not exactly wanted at the moment. She announced that she was going to go out. We were happy, there was no other way to describe it. True Danny worked long hours and I spent a lot of time studying but we always seemed to find time for each other. We would take an hour everyday and just spend it cuddled on the couch holding each other and talking about our day. Sometimes Danny had to go out of town for a few days at a time, on business for his father. The first time he was gone for the weekend I cried myself to sleep at my loneliness. But he always came home with a smile.