Les could see her shoulders slump. He thought, “Maybe it’s the atmosphere? Naw. She's sweating."It was the fear of public ignominy. Those two offi...e bitches who playfully quizzed her were sure to be there tonight. She hated being teased and she might get it from those two again, or Les, or even (God forbid!), Johnny. Every bit of her liveliness vaporized as the couple approached the door.The next five minutes was hell for Johnny, pure hell for Carolyn, distressful to Mrs. Johnny and educational. ?Mother sighed impatiently, thinking of it, and her tremendous bosom heaved. ? LeTroyce didn’t care, he was a perfect gentleman, but I don’t like representing myself this way, so when I got home, I peed on Daddy’s latest stamp album, and then took him out to the garage with my rope toy here, and laid 85 on his bare buttocks. I think maybe next time he might listen, don’t you??Mother smiled to herself, swinging the rope casually. One of the knots hit Spal right in the nutsack and he howled.. .. hah! ... a pawnshop chock full of old guitars and the owner had not a clue that a 1952 Fender Telecaster with case, would be worth a fortune ... same thing with a 1951 Precision Bass in white with a hardshell case. I saw a fairly good Bassman in tan ... and a very nice one also in tan. Both had numbers on the dashboard and a master volume control ... early Fenders."Tell me about the amps?" I asked."Can't without the whole story, you got time?" The owner was purebred Wisconsin but I. You hear me young lady. You areto only to refer to me as Daddy at all times or you will get more of thispaddling."*SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*,*SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*He continues paddling until he counts off 35 swats on my bum.*SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*, *SMACK*,*SMACK*, *SMACK*By the time he is finished I am crying very hard. I can hardly see fromall the tears flowing from my.