When he stopped it was only because I was unconscious, and even his smelling salts couldn't bring me to.I don't know how long I was out, it wasn't lon... enough. When I woke, I was still hanging from the chain, but my legs had been let down again. The pain was a terrible background wall that obscured and misted all other senses.I was awake for several minutes before my slit eyes focused and delivered to my brain the sight of the Sheriff standing transfixed before me, holding the crop by the thin. ’ ‘I usually take Judy sailing on a Saturday. I have a little dayboat berthed on the inlet. I told her Annie could come, too, if she wants, and if it’s okay with you.’ ‘I don’t mind, Annie’s a good swimmer if anything went wrong.’ ‘Good, I’ll let the two of them sort out the details, then they can tell me what I’m doing.’ Catherine Johnson laughed and I had an idea. ‘Do you work on a Saturday?’ ‘One in three. I’m off this week. Why?’ ‘Would you like to come sailing, too?’ If she paused I didn’t. The woods behind their house ran along the back yardsof every house on the street.He wasn't sure why he had never thought of it before,but if he cut through the woods to behind Julie'shouse, he just might be able to catch a glimpse of herthrough the window. The woods were pretty deep and darkand he knew that he and his Mom never bothered to pullthe shades on the windows on the back of their house,maybe the Osbourne family was as trusting as his own.He felt his penis bulging at the prospect.When. 'Gramps, I thought I was going home first', I mildly complained?'I can do with your company, for the time being', he replied, so I got out and the taxi drove off.He came close to me again and slipped his hand under my arm and ushered me to his front door, and once inside, took my coat from me and I went into the warm living room, where he poured me a large whiskey and handed it to me.'Granddad, I cant drink this stuff, it's too strong'. I sat down on the settee and he sat down at the other end..