”Jack really was flummoxed as Hannah was putting into words exactly what he wanted and had thought about so many times in the past. On the other han..., what if she was just joking and he agreed to be spanked, and she just laughed at him and walked off? She would tell her friends and then his friends would find out and he would be a laughing stock so it was far too risky.Hannah saw how Jack was struggling to say anything and started to think that he might be having the same thoughts as the man. Heat pulsed from its core while rain sizzled off its cover, letting off a hiss of steam. “If the basement floods, I’m totally fucked,” she muttered while flipping up the trap door leading to the once-sacred grounds.Heading down the stairs into the pitch blackness, she fumbled around for a flashlight or matches. The strong musty odor of mildew filled her nostrils. The dark always terrified her. What could be lurking in the shadows? She hated jump scares in horror movies and didn’t want one now.. " Hi to you too," said Harry as he struggled to keep his eyes on the woman's face."Kerry, have you any idea what the meeting's for?" asked Roger breaking up what could have been a difficult situation."Not a clue," she responded, "I thought it would be a warning order for the next convoy but that isn't leaving for another three weeks." Yeah," said Roger, "I checked on that and found that we'd been scratched from the escort detail." I didn't know that," said Kerry, as she looked thoughtful. "That. They were standing in front of me. Nellie was twirling the handcuffs like she had done this before. Her "turn around" caused me to face the mirrors.They had to rush and grab me before I collapsed to the floor. I had expected to look like a clown, or a guy in a dress, one of those weirdos that were sometimes found on TV talk shows. Instead, staring back at me was a stout, buxom, middle-aged woman with long graying hair. A proud woman who would have been perfectly at home in a horse-drawn.