“Off with the jeans, girls.”There are groans and cries of dismay at this order, but everyone obeys. Twelve girls in skimpy panties stand before us... I wave and the game begins again, and this time the strokes are felt. The running now is real, the terror no longer feigned, the cries earnest.Again we each call a pause and select a pretty girl to taste individual discipline while everyone else counts out loud. The girl selected inevitably is in tears by the time the lashing is over, her pale. ’ He looked down, ‘Ok, I don’t even know where that came from, I’m sorry.’ Her smiling face came into his field of view from underneath and it made him lift his head. She kissed his cheek, ‘You’re a very amazing man. Thank you for that. I was named after one, you know.’ She smirked to herself a little, ‘My Momma used to laugh at me when I was little. She said that Daddy got the name out of some old book from school, and she never ever called me Chloris. She always called me Chloe, every time. There are no complications, no recriminations, no social games.But that kind of sex is also joyless. You have to stick your neck out to wring something more from the sexual act. Procreation is fine, but humans try to add other layers into it.Then again, as I spend thirty seconds thinking about it, it’s entirely possible that when a male turtle, or lizard, or lion fertilizes his mate, that orgasm is just as intense and satisfying as a human male feels. We don’t know. And some animals do mate for. We advise you to go to the hospital as soon as possible. He’s there as the result of trying to save a woman who was killed in a car accident. Should you wish to see him, we advise you to move quickly.’ Almost with a feeling of relief, Susie sank into one of the office chairs. Slowly she looked up at the officers with tears in her eyes. Turning to Bill, she found the strength to give orders. ‘Get Joe! Tell him Peter’s been found. Get Jennifer’s phone number, quickly please.’ By the time Joe.