.. see what I mean?" Becky said. "Everyone gets what they need except you, honey." "No, I get what I need too... I get to keep my husband and not see ...im go off with some other tramp, just because I can't give him what he wants," she said, putting her hand on her girlfriends arm, "and I don't mean anything by that, hon. I appreciate all that you have done for me and continue to do for me very much." Donna listened to what Becky had to say, and considered it as she promised to. "Becky, can I. And another. And another. Five minutes later the poor boy was practically in tears as ruthless hands continued to abuse his bottom. Once all seemed calm and the spankings stopped coming, Aubrey felt Todd’s hand roam up his skirt and stomach, past his chest and nipples, somewhat caressing his slender body. The scarlet haired boy relaxed into his lover’s touch, feeling sad when he felt the hand pull away from him. And then he gasped as warmth rubbed against his pucker, the feeling of Todd’s. All this sexual revolution stuff. It touched me in an unusual manner.We had rented an ancient trailer in one of those older trailer parks that were not mobile home communities. It sat out on a little creek in southern Mississippi. I'd barely gotten to know my neighbors before my husband, Lance was called up. Those were lonely days for me. It was fall and there was a chill in the air, as cold as my bed was at night. I was only nineteen, and my teenage juices were running like the sap in. "OH FUCK," I said loudly. The officer motioned for me to roll my window down. I was so frightened I forgot how to do it . . . I started to cry again. The officer then opened my door up as I sat there crying like a baby. He asked me if I was OK, I guess I said yes, I think I babbled on and on for minutes, I have no idea what I said, I was so upset. He listened intently, I think I began to make sense, because I remember telling him my name, and showing him my license and stuff. I started to.