I glance back at Mark. He still seems to towerover me, and starts smiling at me with encouragement. He bends down andwhispers in my ear, "Everyone we ...now is going to look at you and thinkSusan. Just relax! You are you! Enjoy this! I certainly am" and he smileturns into a grin.I take a deep breath, deciding he is right. I slowly move down the steps,feeling my hips move much differently, and turn right down the street withMark holding my hand. In some ways it was just like walking down thestreet. An edible flower, Sarah thought. Sarah was shocked that her mistress had evidently seen Ali naked before. Ali knelt down as Sarah involuntarily craned her head to get closer to Ali’s boobs. Then all of a sudden, Sarah felt the stinging pain from the first slap on her ass. Then another, and then another hard slap with her mistress’s hand before there was a pause. Sarah still had not sucked on Ali’s boobs even though they were just inches away. Her mistress started walking around the desk and. " Yeah? Well I think you're bein' more kid glovey than you need to be, Ernesto. Gimme another crack at her and she'll get on her back for burros!" Dawson chuckled evilly at his intended witticism, but the laugh petered out when Garcia reacted with an icy, penetrating stare.Leaning forward, the refined Colombian spoke in level, measured cadence. "Listen, amigo," he said, stressing each syllable of the Spanish word for 'friend, ' "if you have one more 'crack' at her, she'll bolt back to San. He pulled a box out of the truck and headed up the driveway into his garage.On my third lap I didn't see him. I glanced around his truck. Nothing. As I passed I looking into his garage, but only boxes. As I looked forward and continued running I thought I heard a door open and close.As I approached on my fourth lap he was out in his yard. He had changed into some lightweight gym shorts and was raking around some of his bushes along his front curb.As I neared he asked "You run often?"I replied.