That is not fair to him and will eventually get youin trouble." Yes Aunty Sammi" I said, indicating that I understood and agreed, but Ithought she was...being a bit heavy handed with her advice."I am not joking Emily. Think about how you interacted with girls as ateen boy. Think about all of the different girls. I bet there was atleast one that you all thought was a slut, and one you considered atease and some that were 'good girls' and some that were bitches. All ofthe stereotypes were. All kinds ... weird shit. Brazilian, Moro, Krav, all kinds, but, those damn buts, he's my dad."Yes Sir, sorry sir." What?" What is my word," I insisted, "And don't you be stealing it." I pointed at the boathouse, "It's full." That it is," he grinned. "My boats." Daddy, I paid for that ... why are your boats in there and mine is out here?" Where did you plan on wintering your boat?" At the old mill." What's keeping you?"AAARRRGGGHHH ... PARENTS!!!Mike and I motored, gingerly, to the mill basin. Bring it back and strike both cheeks. This is repeated 20 times across her ass over the next 10 minutes. I then move up across her back. 20 more stripes appear over a 10 minute time frame and the welts are from shoulder blade to small of back. As I whip her with his own belt, I talk to him about responsibility and debt. He feels terribly guilty that his wife is paying for his transgressions but it is only just beginning.After her whipping, I feel her snatch...it is not near as wet as I thought. I'm meeting with the local rancher's association tomorrow morning and with the state water board that afternoon." Good work, girl. You're really diving into this, aren't you?" No half-measures for my guy, John. We'll do this together and do it right," she stated emphatically."Good luck, love. I'll call if I learn anything new about Clearwater or this Milos guy. Otherwise, we'll talk tonight as usual. Love you, Babe." Take care, John. Love you," she said, hanging up.Even though we talked to each.