I was doing my best to try making it up to her.Dorothy's husband Howard died of a heart attack the same year Mary found out about her cancer. They wer... there for each other. Dorothy was two years older than Mary.Dorothy's kids lived out of state and came home for their father's funeral. Mary was by Dorothy's side holding her hand during the funeral service. After her kids went home Mary was worried about Dorothy being all alone. Mary asked me if I would do the 'man of the house' things to help. He told them he would enforce the ‘cheer cheek’ rule. My parent gave their consent for me to be corporally punished. However, they were scared to confront me and spank me themselves.“You messed up bad, Bridget and broke one of our simple rules!”“We’re not talking about a brief panty flash showing your butt or when you have not pulled down the underwear seam after your excretions have caused the panty to ride up and show some white cheek, Bridget.”“Oh mom” Bridget blows off her mom.“As a. She was tall and sexy but had something about her that just got my juices going. Every time I was in her presence I found I was bumbling idiot.About 2 months after meeting her we ended up at a company function together and a few hours in and quite a lot of alcohol under the belt I eventually plucked up the courage to go across and chat to her. Her response to my feeble hello was, “Well, it too you long enough.”It did not take me long to realize that here was a strong women who knew exactly what. Okay. What song is next? Um. I’m Not a Girl…right.” She puts on this white button up blouse with small red flowers on it, and a pair of blue jeans that I thought for sure she never squeeze into, but somehow did. I wanted her right then, but controlled myself. I spent the rest of the performance watching from the stage area. Every time she came back for a costume change, she passed me a look that sent lust racing up and down my spine. It was heaven and hell. It was painful and pleasurable. I.