. but it's all good!" I think I can imagine some of it ... but, do you think he wants to kiss me."Bob was startled by the question but managed to resp...nd, "Well, yeah, I'm sure he does." And you?" Huh," Bob replied, not sure he had heard correctly."Do you want to kiss me, too," Sandy patiently and clearly asked."But I'm your brother ... er cousin ... er whatever," Bob stammered, "I'm not supposed to want to kiss you ... at least not the way I think you mean." But would you anyway," Sandy asked. I felt my way back in here and tried to find a cloth to wipe it off, but then some memory about diluting acid came to me. I found my way into the bathroom and got under the shower It was very cold. I think I stayed there for about an hour. I was soaking wet, my clothes, and my hair. I was chilled to the bone but my face was still burning. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. I saw a red blistered mass of flesh, all puffed up. I knew then that I would never look pretty again." Remembering. I don’t know if it could actually be used to brush your hair, but it makes a wonderful paddle. It is flexible and hits with a snap that moves across my ass cheeks. This time I yelp rather than grunt. ?Count them!? she commands, and I obey.I don’t know how many swats she intends, but when I cry out, ?Forty-four,? she stops. I can hear her laughing softly. It is her inside joke. She knows that I am forty-four years old. I don’t know her age, but she is at least ten years younger than me.A. I looked up then at him and voiced my opinion about our afternoon together as being the most outlandish a humiliating an experience.The drive back toward home was very quiet, and when asked, Richard said he had lost any appetite for stopping at our favorite roadside root beer stand, he wanting to go straight home. I dropped Rich off at his house, he getting out of my car and without as much as a “Good evening my friend,” as he summarily marched into his house as if angry.The sense of maturity.