I wasthat nervous my hands were shaking, every time I looked in the mirror Icould see her standing behind me watching inquisitively, occasionallyleani...g over my shoulder.As I applied the foundation she grabbed my hand. "Not like that silly,you have to be smoother." She picked up the foam pad and worked the basein deeply massaging my cheeks as she applied it. She worked slowly untilmy face was covered then with lighter shades highlighted my nose andunder my eyes to give a more feminine. She kept after him, though, and they actually got to watch cartoons for a few minutes before it was time to leave.Because they were the only children living on Busted Axle Road, they had to wait out on the corner of the state road for the bus. It was a long walk in the cold morning air, but Tiffany and Henry were out by the corner in plenty of time.Or so they thought. That morning, there was a substitute driver on the bus run, and in order to make the run on time, they'd left a few minutes. She told me she had some sort of STD, so I should get checked. Let me tell you, the tests weren’t fun. Anyway, they came back negative, so I was good to go.A couple of months later, my friend came to visit. We shared his bed in a city hotel for a four-day weekend. I spent the majority of the nighttime getting plowed like a field, and most of the daytime walking funny and wishing we could still be in his bed.Then I met my ex-wife. She was great in bed, while we were dating that is. I told. They all did. He had the stiffest erection he could ever remember. Far more than when he looked at the naked girls in his magazines. Far more than when a pretty girl walked passed him, or he followed one up the stairs. Far far stiffer. And it wouldn’t go down. Summer gasped as she saw it. She wondered whether it had grown to that size because he had watched her being spanked or because he was about to be spanked himself. Margaret ignored it. She didn’t say anything. Even as Jamie lay across her.