Cindy never wakes up, and I appreciate that." And, each Christmas, her mother would give me a dollar for the calendar, saying "Merry Christmas, this i... from all of us." One year, it was Cindy who took the calendar and gave the dollar. Cindy said, "Mom says this is from all of us."Perhaps Cindy's parents both worked, I do know her father did. Sometimes they owed three, four or more weeks payments for the paper, and that was quite a bit of money, or so it seemed to me at the time.One night, I. She had me describe the blouses and skirts, smiled, nodded her head and guided me to another rack which held just what I had been looking for. Fingering fine lacy bra and panty sets I smiled at the thought of my son's face when he saw me in the gossamer undergarments. With the help of the assistant it didn't take me long to pick a couple of sets, but I was still curious about the other clothes."Do people really buy things like that thong?" I asked the woman."Oh yes," she smiled "and not just. We don't allow her to wear goggles any more because she had been so naughty so often. She'll still be whipped if she doesn't do her quota, even if she thinks she has a good excuse for taking time out! These are all very bad women, you know, Viola. They deserve to be treated harshly." Has she committed a serious crime? How long did she get?" Twelve years for an offence against public decency. She's been here a year or two already. I forget her name."Viola said no more. That was Clemmy alright!. ” Jessica started out the door. “I’ll come by later.”“Yes, yes, I look forward to it.”It was mid afternoon when the doorbell rang. Gwen, thinking—hoping it was Jessica rushed to the door. Opening it she was surprised to find a strange woman, amazon-like taller even than Jessica and much more muscular standing on her stoop. She was attractive enough but had an angular appearance and frown that immediately put Gwen ill at ease.“You Gwen Clayton?” the woman demanded.“Why yes, what can I do.