'SWACKK! … SWACKK! …SWACKK! … SWACKK!' Lauren’s squeals were shrill and piercing, reaching a high note after each crack of the leather to her ...rimson orbs. Still no indication to stop. I was astonished, I was whipping her petite backside with all the power I could muster and she still wanted more. 'SWACKK! … SWACKK! …SWACKK! … SWACKK!' That was it, her head was resting against the carpet between her elbows, her raw bottom perched atop her legs; taut and straight and trembling slightly into her. .. hi!" she said. "Do I know you? Do you... know me?" I don't think so," said Arianna. "I've never been here before. You are the receptionist, right?" The receptionist?" she asked, even more confused--"Oh yeah! That was it! I was... I was, like... promoted? Promoted to receptionist from my old job when my name was... what was my name?"She looked at Arianna, eyes begging for information, guidance."Did you, uh, get married or something?" Arianna asked, it being the only reason she could think of. After checking out all his stuff, we went inside and opened another beer. He looked like he could drink a lot of beer. We took our beers and sat down next to each other on the sofa. Our eyes met and we could both tell how horny we were. Our lips and tongues crashed together as we tried to set down our beers without spilling them. Our arms embraced each other as we pressed our bodies together. Connor was clean shaven but his five o’clock shadow was already rough. I broke our kiss and started. She only started again because her therapist suggested it. But you aren’t imitating Anne Sexton – what you’re doing is new and wonderful, and between you and me you’re the best poet in the class. Probably in the whole school.’ I stopped myself before I could babble out ‘in the whole world.’ ‘I know I don’t always seem like I’m paying attention,’ she said gently, ‘but if it wasn’t for your class I wouldn’t have kept up with writing. This class has meant so much to me.’ And my heart swelled,.