She just shook her head no. ?Iam using this because it is him who you have disobeyed. Only I will whipyou with it, but he has the freedom to play wi...h you while I am punishing you.? Shebarely nodded her head in understanding. She felt the braided leatherbelt run up and down her back, ass, and legs. Then the hard leather lefther body. She shook in fear. She heard the loud crack, and feltthe stinging pain of the belt making contact with the soft skin of her ass. Again,and again, he hit. I gotin and we started to drive to her house across town. It was in one of the low income areas, as a waitressjob didn't pay very well."What the hell just happened? Why did he fire you?"She looked at me, and her face was a frown. "He caught me taking money from the register. Whatbusiness is it of yours?"I shrugged at her. "I was just wondering whats up. Why were you stealing from the register?" I had anidea already.She looked disgusted, but she told me. "If you must know, I've been having some. The temptation tocall him back and describe to him in great detail where, exactly he couldgo was quickly forgotten. Not only didn't I have a good reason not tomeet him, I found myself actually was looking forward to it, an admissionI found to be quite troubling.McSorley's Old Ale House at 15 East 7th Street turned out to be somethingof a historical landmark. Being a historian in training, I read thehistory of the place after ordering a light ale. McSorley's opened itsdoors in 1854 and has been. "Mom?" Danny asked walking through the kitchen into the living room where Becca sat on the sofa reading a book. She was wearing a t-shirt with no bra and a pair of short, cotton workout shorts."Yes sweetie?" She replied closing her book and scooting over so that her son had room to sit down."Remember that concert I was telling you about that's this Friday night?" He inquired innocently."Yes, that's your favorite band. I can already guess what you are going to say next," she said with a grin,.