I would like to have a kiss to remember you by." Ginger, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I kissed you. I don't want you to think I am coming on to y...u, but I would like to kiss you." I got out of the car and while I was going around to the other side, Ginger raised her seat and stepped out waiting for me. She raised her arms and I came into them, hugging her to me. I smoothed her hair and taking her face in my hands I leaned down and slowly brought my lips to hers.We kissed as lovers. She. And again."I trust," he said as he played with her well-abused cunt, "that we have an understanding. If I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Is that understood?" Her head bobbed like a jackhammer, her wide-eyes glued to his."Good. Now, there is this matter of you shitting in the sandbox," he said as he went to the freezer. "I wanted you to do it just to humiliate the..." he turned and smiled at her. "...shit out of you." He turned back to the freezer and pulled out a blue object. But this day he cared not. His hand flashed out and struck her soundly across her cheek. Snapping back her head. The sound, echoing around the kitchen.To his surprise she spat at him. The warm spittle hitting him directly across his nose. He growled a deep low growl at her. His hand again struck out, the slap leaving her cheek glowing red. Her eyes were wild, large and frightened yet he had gone beyond sense now. As his hand grabbed her hair, yanking and twisting it tightly. He pulled her,. "Uh ... it must have just shifted, right?" Paul asked himself.After a second, he moved his hand closer and as he came within a few inches, the gloved moved again, this time sliding towards his hand a little."Jesus!" he said, pulling his hand quickly back. "This is it!" He wondered if maybe he was still dreaming.Paul steadied his breathing and reached forward one more time. This time, as soon as he got close, the glove jumped up and engulfed his hand!"Ack!" He fell back and tried to shake it.