I rejoice that your slut of a wife, Caroline Ashford, died because of me. I wish I had been at Hungerford to see her burn, but at least the plan hatch...d by me and Helen de Troyes worked to perfection, and the Ashford whore died, along with the rest of your family.”My knife was in my hand as soon as he mentioned Caroline, and it was only Ivan Crossley, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength, which stopped my blade slitting Clark’s throat.“No, Jack. He said that to bait you. He wants to die,. ”“Oh, I see. Was that because...you know…I mean…were you caned at school hence opting for that route?”Suzie nearly revealed more than she intended.“Um…no…no I wasn’t caned at school but…well a friend persuaded me to buy some canes and I had an old pair of slippers so it was just a matter of when one of them was naughty.”Jo was about to ask a follow-up question when a clap of thunder drowned any conversation and the rain hammered down outside. It was getting late.Suzie stood.“Come on, let’s do. You ... enjoy ... being ... spanked?” I asked, enunciating each word and pausing between them for maximum effect. “Well?” I barked when she didn’t answer right away.“Yes,” she answered, half sobbing.I decided to push further. “You dated Brad,” I stated.“Yes,” she answered resignedly.“What did you like best about dating him?” I inquired. I could see that she was thinking about something and gave her several seconds.“Well?” I barked again.“I ... I liked that he made me have sex with him,” she. I'm sorry this has happened, but I understand. I hope you'll see me when I come back in a few weeks with guaranteed higher quality. Will you?" I sure will, Cliff. Just between us, George Simpson is an insufferable son of a bitch. I don't like him, but more important, we don't like him. He does deliver reliable quality, though. But do you hear what I'm saying?"Cliff nodded, left the office and went to a pay phone. He called Sandy back in Milwaukee. "Hon, the roof just fell in. We just lost the.