Damned uncomfortable. “I don’t care how fucking busy you are!” but instead of sounding dominant, the way she likes, it came out as a bit of a ro...r. I stood for a moment, letting her legs fall to either side of my body as I began to gingerly fumble with my belt. I paused, wondering if I’d been just a little too forceful, and looked at her surprised expression. She raised an eyebrow, smiling, maybe even mocking me, just a little, “Oh no no no! You can’t just take me over the counter!” She. She smiled at my hit. Had she given me something? I didn’t think so. Her first pitch was a fastball and I was counting on that. I would be stepping back into the box as a new batter. Fastball again?I watched her bend low and realized she dipped her head a little. Sinker. I connected again, this time sending it to left field. Two hits in a row.“Two men on and no outs. You figure something out,” Franco asked.“I think so. I think she’s going to pitch me outside at least once, maybe twice now,” I. “And since we know Master PC is real, we figure at least some of them must be true stories.”“So what, you want me to write one of these?” Dylan asked.“No no,” Olivia replied. “Look at this.” She clicked onto another tab. “We did some more googling and we found some other stories of people claiming to have the supposedly-fictional program.”Dylan looked at the page, with stories going back more than 20 years of people talking about their supposed adventures with the program. There were even some. For a while during that spanking I actually hated you. I don't believe that I quit being angry with you until on Sunday when I realized how relieved I felt. I think that right now if my sister were awake she would be very pissed at me. I am very certain though that tomorrow she is going to thank me for doing what I did. At least I hope she does. If she does not, then I am going to feel horrible.”I smiled and reached over to give Klara a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I told her that I was.