Very good!"She blushed at his praise."The back position is very simple. Lean back, your arms supporting you."Very good. If I tell you 'kneel back' or ...lean back, ' this is what I want."Go back to standard."When she did, Thomas left for a few seconds, and returned with a new tool to punish her with. It was a whip, with a foot long hard wood handle, and a dozen strips of thick leather attached to the handle. Each was three feet long and an inch wide."This is a flogger. As far as whips go, it is. The red hair and pale skin was owed to my Irish ancestors, the purple eyes a fluke of nature that said little about myself as a person, but they were what everyone associated me with. I kept in shape, I ran three miles every day, lifted weights twice a week, and I didn’t eat a lot of crap. I smoked too much and I drank heavily, but I was in good health. I grew up in Detroit and knew by the age of eight how to boost a car, by nine I was doing it. By ten I could take one apart by myself in an. I decided I’d get a three-ring binder so that I could provide her with pages and not be prevented from continuing. I’d have to re-copy about a hundred pages, but that was OK. I could do it over time.My guess was correct — she asked if she could keep the journal for several days. I told her about my proposed solution and she liked it. She’d return the journal on Tuesday.“Steve, today I’d like to talk about the three relationships you said you destroyed.”“Becky, Jennifer, and Melanie.”“You only. I thought it was a novel. Instead, I found it was her 2010 diary. I opened a page at random and saw lots of abbreviations and numbers, especially in the months of August and September, which I quickly realised was her own secret code: presumably in case her Mum found it, or perhaps more because she found it difficult to write out the words in full. The earliest entries from January 2010 through to March are innocent enough. Then, on the 4th April, there is the following rather coy entry: "I.