His mind tried to reason away panic. Whatever its source, it was the noise itself causing him to feel the rock cliff move. His eyes tried to pierce th... deep darkness of the night, to discover the source of so great an uproar. But the trembling steadily grew stronger, until the earth shook so severely that he could no longer doubt what his mind was telling him. The whole world was moving.Grasping the shotgun that lay beside him, Patrick flipped over onto his stomach, drug the gun in snug against. The wrong shape for ping-pong.”“Spanking,” she blurted out before he could list any more examples. “It is the kind of paddle used for spanking.”“Really. And you bought this as a gift?” She nodded. “For whom?”“My boyfriend.” She almost added an “ex-,” but the issue seemed complicated enough.“You’re giving your boyfriend a paddle for spanking? Does he have a lot of unruly children?”“No, sir.”“Then what would he want a paddle for?”“For me. The paddle is for me. For him to spank me.”“Are you so. My eyes made a mad dash for the return address, and much to my happiness, the name was Jenola Sue Brown. I rushed into my apartment, sat down on the couch, and ripped open the envelope. Her letter read: Steven, wow to you, too! Thank you so much for your awesome letter, it really brightened up my whole week! You seem like such an amazing person, and you’re very handsome, too! I’ve had that ad up for three months and was starting to think I’d never get a response! I’m so happy I was wrong! First. A little chunky, but I could make do with it. I picked it up and started with the guy on the couch.I started off gingerly with him, but when he didn't wake up once I started to tie the cord around his legs and wrap them up, I quickened my pace. I was surprised to see that he was still asleep even after I hog-tied him, and had to wonder just how much this guy had to drink.The guy on the pool table wasn't any more of a challenge, and thanks to the cord from a nearby lamp and a knife I found on.