He and his aunt are invited to Sunday lunch with the girl and her aunt.Susan (john) spent the service worrying about the decorum of kneeling for pra...ers, sitting down and standing for hymns while wearing such unaccustomed clothing. Karen had looked at him once, very shyly, as they were introduced and had not looked his way again. She was either very, very shy or had 'made' him. He suspected the former.The service finished and the congregation began to leave. Karen smiled at Susan as they. The youngwoman was stunning. She was the sort that Giles had always lusted after inmalls, on the street, in the typing pool at his firm?but had never been able toget to know. Smith Minorhis roommate at Saint Dunstan?s had called them ?Townie girls? And it?strue?you don?t get to meet types like this Mrs. LaTieri?a curly blonde in abrilliant azure tube top and Pleather miniskirt?in the Harvard Club or at theopera. And look at her husband. What a behemoth. Giles couldjust imagine that brutish. And once they finished talking they asked themselves what was left. “Love and sex?” she answered along with a sincere smile. He looked into her eyes. He saw the sincerity in them and he finally smiled back. He cuddled up into her body and took her in his eyes. “I do love you, you should know. I’ve always loved you.” She knew that. “So what do you say? Let’s go on upstairs, draw a bath, and let’s have fun in it?” he told her. Anything to fix her semi-broken marriage. They drew that bath. They. I guess that, as political correctness took hold and ‘spanking’ fell out of fashion, the chain chose to discontinue sales of the paddles and they’d all but become a thing of the past.Here, though, was a display of perhaps twenty different paddles, all identical in shape and size, all with the highly-varnished finish, all thin and, I imagined perfectly suited to sting and burn a naughty male’s posterior.Without volition I found myself reaching out and picking up one of the paddles. I could feel.