Lori returned with the pizza and set it down on the other table. She removed the gag, blindfold and earplugs. Ben immediately begged for the spanking ...o stop. Lori laughed and said that was done a while ago, the question is do want me to spank you again on another day? Ben answered when? Lori answered well when you want one or when I want to spank you, of course not until your bottom is ready. Ben answered yes, thank you and I love you. Lori said I guess it’s time to get you loose. Ben said. Dark strands of pitch hung limply against her face, oily tendrils clinging to her brow. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped. It was Wendy. She told me she was drunk and needed a ride home. I ask her where she was. She was parked in a local d**gstore lot a couple of miles away. I drove to the lot and found her sitting on the hood of her car wearing a tight white t-shirt and cutoff jean shorts looking sexier than ever. She was extremely drunk. I cleared my duty gear out of the front seat of my patrol car and let her get in. We then started to her home which was about five miles away. As we were going down the highway. She couldn’t figure out what happened to the man who had come to fix her cable and blown her away with his sensitivity and attentiveness. She saw his postings on Facebook; simultaneously she planned and plotted on what and when to post on her Facebook page so that he would see them and he could be reminded of her presence. Finally, tired of the c***dish games, she picked up the phone and called him. He was emotionally distant. She addressed the issue head on, he told her that she was.