Washed out.“Pulp Fiction.” Every time Travolta goes into a bathroom something bad happens -- a coke overdose, a shooting, a diner robbery.That’s...sort of the way I was feeling, minus the bathroom part. When I was in Kansas City, I felt I should be back in California. Vice versa.I wish I had a Winston Wolfe to solve my problems. I did have, sort of, access to Bulldog Bannerman. But this wasn’t a movie. Nobody to hose the blood off me.I was pretty sure I knew why he had brought Robert ‘Bobsy’. 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 bottom glowing with red lines visible through her thin panties.When each of us has punished our slut and we are panting with exertion from the. I'll see what I can do!" The big day came at last and was luckily on a Saturday. I opened my cards and presents which were all from Mum. In them I was delighted to see so many toys and she must have bought up half the sex shop. There were various size and shape of dildo and some exciting looking vibrators. There were also various other goodies like beads and eggs which I wasn't sure what to do with, but was sure to spend happy hours finding out about.I spent the whole morning ridding myself of. 00pm when my phone rang. It was the emergency department at the hospital were I worked as a nurse.Bev had fallen of a ladder at home whilst cleaning the ceiling fans and had fallen on her back and buttocks; she was in a great deal of pain and needed admitting for rest and observation but refused as she wanted me to take care of her.I got to the casualty and she was in a lot of pain but had refused painkillers until she saw me because my mate Pete and her nurse had told her that it would knock.