” I tell her to go home and pack some things for a few days and stay with us so we can talk. I tell her to stop on the way back and get a couple bot...les of our favorite wine and some steaks and potatoes for a nice dinner. She might as well spend some of his money. That gets a laugh from her. So she is still holding it together somewhat. She just needs some sound direction and support. While she is gone I call Tim at work and give him a heads up. I tell him this has to be kept to just us,. "I am serious, I am a married woman and I am years and years older than you," said Carol."Yes and what you have just done has earned you another caning in the future," said Duncan still trying to lighten the mood."Yes and I deserve it, I am being a real bitch to my husband aren't I?" said Carol who seemed close to tears."Darling, we cannot undo what we have done but are you saying that you want to stop?" said Duncan, getting more serious."That is the trouble, I do not want to stop I want more,. Your son and another rider, who did not choose to give his name, appeared at my home something over an hour ago. Seth asked me to bring you this. He was most insistent." Mr. Bouve looked very uneasy. He reached inside his jacket and produced a folded sheet of notebook paper and handed it to Mrs. Williams. "The boy told me that you might be worried about him."Seth's mother took the paper and put it into her pocket. "May I offer you some refreshment, Mr. Bouve? It was very kind of you to come so. I contemplated stopping in my tracks, as I was partially hidden on the path by the tall grass, but realised that if she did spot me there, I'd be rumbled for the complete perv that I am. So, I felt obliged to do the awkward thing and kept walking towards her. By the time I had reached the car park, the torrent had essentially turned to a trickle and the trickle had virtually stopped. However, there she was about fifteen feet in front of me, with her white-cotton knickers and her jeans around.