Scanning the room, I noticed one other body - Katrina's. She had apulse, and seemed okay. Where was Charlie's mind?I spoke, but it was not me saying t...e words, "Where am I? What thehell?"My head snapped downward. Ah. Charlie and I were now one."You two were meant for each other."I looked around and saw Katrina on her feet."Yes, Joe and Charlie, I'm awake. You see, Madeline modified mypersonality to mach hers, so we're as good as clones of each other.Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to help. Is that acceptable to you?’ ‘Yes, I just need to help Mister Adams pack up the basket and I will be right with you.’ Then she adds to herself that she may fall at his knees in thanks for getting her out of such a mess. When Peter, packed lunch basket in hand, is on his way back to town, Marion goes into the school house and walks to the front of the room, where the Sheriff sits in one of the front seats, which has no desktop. ‘Now, Sheriff, how can I help you?’ ‘Oh, I was just telling a little. She sat and watched as he turned me face down with my legs spread and ass pointing up. With my hands cuffed tightly I could do nothing. Fear shot through my body. Hearing her laughing I turned my head to see him with a belt. The sexuality was gone from the scenario. I knew things were out of control. He used the belt on my ass and upper legs. He told me it was my ‘punishment’ for a frustrated wife. The belt hurt immensely as he whipped me hard….I almost passed out from the pain!. He continued. Definitely a work of art to be admired.But I didn't like her.She and her family had just moved from New York, and she seemed to have taken the New York City stereotype to heart.She was brash.She was loud.And she complained. A lot.It rained too much. We only had four screens at the local theater. There was no indoor ice skating rink. The list went on. And on. I decided that the only way I wanted her in my bed was with one of those rubber ball gags I'd seen in S-and-M cartoons.And... She was.