Denver congratulated herself at her timing, just when both bottoms had relaxed. No doubt when the ladies recovered from their initial burst of pain th...y would tell themselves to focus, to keep their bottoms tense until the caning was over, but she knew so many failed time and again. When that last stroke bit in to her bare bottom Mrs. Howe was so thankful the punishment was over. She relaxed but the pain spread across her bottom and as she held on to the chair her bottom quivered, and she could. " He did, didn't he?", Anson asked. "Why'd he be relieved?" Was a bit unpopular with the townsfolk, sir. Making accusations 'bout smuggling and such, but never we could prove a thing."Anson nodded. He'd have to tread lightly here. He had best get in contact with the local gentry to see from where the wind was blowing.The jolly boat of the gunboat brought him to the beach. He asked the cox'n and two men to help Stevens carry his dunnage to the first inn that came into sight. The Mermaid Inn did. “Blood,” I choked once again.The mysterious women started to undress herself from her white and gold silk garb. Slowly, revealing her pure white skin to me. When she was fully naked she said in an arrogant tone. “You see my body boy, this is the body that every women wish they had, and every man wish he could fuck.” Looking at her body now she was right. Everything about this woman was amazing, almost too good to be real. Her upward curving eyes were a little fierce looking, but they match her. At the end of the film clip, I showed up with a copy of the book for Oprah. She introduced me to the audience. She just loves to call me Herrmann, and drag out my name.The book is not about the stars of Hollywood and the secrets of their lives. It is a book about our lives and the accomplishments that have occurred in our lives. In some places it is rather sexual graphic. Oprah directed the discussion on the book through our lives, as both Shannon and I filled in the missing blanks.We both.