“Stop fighting!” I said, “or I will continue to spank you”.She slowed and turned a tearful face up to me.“I got cold!” she whimpered. “a...d it is impossible to stand very long in those damn heels!”I noticed the red stiletto heels in front of the stove.I squeezed her ass“Ouch-ouch” she winced.I rolled her and lifted her so she was sitting on my lap.She bit her lip, moving her ass gingerly trying and to find a way to sit that didn’t sting.I pushed the bathrobe from her shoulders and bared her. ‘Don’t play innocent with me, there’s no trick up your sleeves that I don’t know.’ He stated, matter-of-factly. She used her best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Sorry, sweetie, that doesn’t work anymore.’ ‘Goddammit.’ She let out an exasperated sigh, laying back in defeat. He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned towards her. ‘Maybe I don’t want a kiss.’ She huffed, turning her head to the side. He chuckled, slipping his hands under her (his) shirt. ‘Maybe you’re lying. “May I help you, Miss Powell.”“Call me Laura, if you want.”“Laura, may I help you?”“Sure can you make mash potatoes?”“Kim, my old foster mom, the one thing she did do, other than teaching me how to please men and women, was to teach me how to cook and clean the house. I was their maid, cook, toy, and whore.”“Who all did they whored you out to.”“To their friends, and they charged them to watch me with their dogs.”“Did you like doing that,? With the dogs.?” I asked questionably.“At first no, but. She thought he was getting angry at her but he didn't let go of her right hand, just the left.His eyes slowly moved up until he was staring into her watery eyes. He whispered, "I will wait for you, forever if I have to."She started to cry again when they suddenly heard someone walk through the woods from the golf course. Jennifer softly said, "Let's walk back to the beach."Dave shook his head. "No, I can't - not yet. I'm going to go sit on the sixteenth tee and think for a while. I'll come back.