Her hand spanking was a non- stop spank after spank after spank. I was gasping and she was spanking even harder than usual. As she promised she would....Then with the hairbrush she again went on and on, ignoring my crying, maybe even spanking me harder because of my crying; and all the time she kept telling me how this was for my own good. If I begged her to stop she would just say, ‘Did you stop when I asked you to? No. So why should I stop when you ask me to, young lady?’ She just kept on. It was a preemptive strike on her part, a step taken before she called the ambulance. She was not supposed to have the combination or know the safe existed, but she had cracked those problems sometime before. Following the script from a movie, she dusted the number keys with fingerprint powder. Given a set of four numbers, it was easy to recognize her daughter’s birthday. It was, in fact, a six-digit code—but two numbers repeat in 12/15/92.The legal-sized file appeared at once out of place, its. That hotel room had two beds, but the three of us shared just the one. It was close to 4AM when we finally fell asleep.I woke up the next morning to a knocking on the door. Amanda was naked lying next to me. Renee was nowhere to be found. The knocking was turn down service reminding us that it was time to check out. I asked Amanda if she knew where Renee was. She didn’t. We got dressed and headed back to the parking lot at the bar and Renee’s car was gone. Amanda and I ordered two. Add to that her mousy brown hair that was cut short, her lack of makeup and the plastic frame glasses she peered out at the world through, and she did not make a pretty picture. Even the sorority lesbians wouldn't do anything with her unless they were absolutely desperate. Once more it was Tim to the rescue.He took over Jill's career as the campus punchboard in exchange for the services of a sorority nerd for his grades and a playgirl for his personal needs. One thing Tim was able to figure out.