Her husband had died the year before after a long illness and you could tell she was lonely. I had invited her in for a drink, because I hadn’t been...there long and the only real contact we had had was when she complained about my music one night. We shared a garden and I had left the patio door open, so the sound went round the back as well as through the wall. “It was a long way to the city,” Dorothy continued. “There was just me and my brother and mother and father. Apart from us there was. And then all of a sudden stinging pain followed by a cracking sound. I realize you have just whipped my left ass cheek. I hold back a scream of pain and just moan into the table. "What do you say slave?" before I can think of a response CRACK another pain this time on my right cheek. "What do you say slave!?" I feel the anger in your voice and say the first thing that comes to my mind. "Thank you mistress"CRACK,CRACK,CRACK three in a row "Thank you mistress" I manage to whimper. This goes on. . Naked women were, of course, boring, but that didn't keep him from going up to a woman at mess and asking her if her back hurt because of the way she hunched over to walk. The woman had jugs the size of Texas watermelons and an ass to match, which was most of the problem ... Most people enjoyed Abe's take on things -- even this particular woman, who sat with us for a while with Abe on her lap. The kid WOULD have been obnoxious -- but he was unfailingly polite.I guess someone had to upset the. I sat down and rubbed my cold, clammy hands together as my heart was racing with anxiety. I was alone in the room with just one table and two wooden chairs. There were no windows and nothing to suggest a place of comfort. “I’m fucked now,” I thought. A few minutes later, he returned. “Steven, please tell me what’s going on. I’m scared. Please tell me what I did,” I asked as he took the seat across from me. “Kait, I’m Detective Liu Chang and as you know, you’re in the Southern City Police.