I slapped him as hard as I’ve ever slapped a slave and pushed him towards the door. “TELL HER MY DAUGHTER DIED WHEN SHE WAS NINE, AND I THINK OF R...CHEL AS MY OWN!”I pushed him out to the street. Holding a hand to his wounded cheek, he looked at me one last time that day, and pleaded, “Can I see her?” I didn’t even offer an answer. I tossed the check for fifty thousand dollars at him and turned back towards my house. I took her a tall glass of cold grapefruit juice and a warm, wet washcloth.. As I walked the dog R E A L S L O W, I kept close to the lachine canal guard railings, & let him watch me pace real slow and very friendly like, he was clearly Stareing right at me, & I decided to walk baacka towards his caar even slower and see if he reacts,with a very warm friendly smile..his window was fully rolled down & as I approached , he seemed like a very tiny young ish boyish figure. I opened with " I wasn't sure if you were lost & figureing directions, or taking a needed break. I've wanted and dreamed of it for a very long time. Since I was in high school." You said you'd be physically ill if we were separated."Olivia nodded."What about when I go to work tomorrow?" I'll be okay for a few hours. As long as I know you're coming back."David smiled at her. "It's my apartment. Where else would I go."David reached into his cargo pockets and pulled all that was shoved in there out. The last thing he pulled out was the SLuT10. He held it up."Tell me all about SLuT10."Olivia. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement. A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane. He moved position, caught up the cane and knowing what was next she whimpered. With a swish the whippy cane struck home, a line across the both cheeks leaving a red line and jerking her body on its rope suspension. Thwack, the second strike, tears ran, a dozen stripes all parallel, and close had her crying.