.. after a dozen or so swings, I quickly snap the tails at your ass like a beach towel, hearing the CRACK of the leather on your skin, then your squea... as the sting travels from your ass to your brain to your mouth. I switch to a slightly heaver whip... one with more thud to it. Then I unleash it on your naked back. The first few blows don't elicit much of a response, then I aim a strong stroke downward along your spine... before it lands, my consciousness begins walking the line between life. If it was her, she'd have had to climb up on the table to get to it.The stout man, noticing her amusement, smiled down at her. "They definitely didn't design these banks for your people, now did they?"Not knowing what he meant, she just smiled and silently shook her head in agreement. Moments later, the area around the hole turned green and a large box appeared on the table.Just before Tory opened the box, however, the manager made to leave. "Just so you're aware, the rental fee for this box is. Anyway, Callahan's wife worked at a secretarial job in a manufacturing company from 8-5, and the two girls went to school from 7-2, so we had mornings to work on Callahan. We could show up about 8:30 and have until 1:30 undisturbed. Callahan often slept through the day and went to bars with a few friends at night. He had given up on job hunting and let his wife feed her family. In other words, he had become a lazy slob!Tom and I showed up at the Callahan apartment just after 7:30. We watched. " And you think Santa got that for you," I said, "rather than you buyingit yourself at the jewelry store. Give me a break!" No, I think it's a nice way to express it," Henry said. "Maybe herSanta list is a way of inspiring her to work really hard for herobjectives. Or maybe there _is_ a Santa Claus who makes toys foradults, like tennis bracelets, and handles impossible requests." Yeah, thass...that's really nice," said Laura. "I think ol' Santa hastime for us big kids too. So I tol' him I.