I was just playing like he was my Master. I didn’t really want him to be in charge of me, and I hoped he knew that. This was all for the Webcam but ...lso so that I could experience it before I decided if I wanted to be a webcam slut like Betty and earn an income with it. I could do it while the kids were at school and until Stefan got a job, it might even pay some of our bills.Once we got to the count of 20 swats, he put me over his knee. I was grateful at that point to stop bending over, but. He looked over and smiled to himself – he knew where he was now.Across from him sat three men dressed in Musketeer outfits of the 17thCentury – it was Worf, Data and Geordi. They were drinking from mugsof ale and laughing. This was a holo program that had been assumederased completely over 6 years ago, but obviously a copy had been keptby Reg – the engineer who made it – and now Riker found himself insideit once more, he grimaced as he remembered how the rest of the programwent – sure enough –. "Hey, how ya doing?" he asked, his Jersey accent evident to anyone within normal hearing."Lower the music!" she yelled, and into the phone breathed, "Doing good, and you?" Can't complain ... Say, the reason I'm callin' is I wondered if you'd like to go play some tennis with me and some friends. A couple couples ... ya know?" It's raining, Eddie," she told him, careful to keep her voice level and not show that she thought the offer a dumb one."It's indoors, Bernie."She was glad he wasn't there. "Ferguson, the one with the plaid shirt, that rip-snorter. He drummed up a bunch of local Tories and took 'em out to get killed, 'long with his doxies. Don't think none a'them come back." King's Mountain," I guessed.The man nodded, took a sip and smiled. "Cleaned a heap of bad actors out of this region, he did." Now you said something about a woman?" I asked the white-bearded man as he handed me the jug.He grinned. "I got a gal takes care a'my needs, widder lady. Know she druther bed you than.