Even if he lived, he knew he'd never use it again. Trailing uselessly behind him, he couldn't even feel if he were bleeding from it. God, I'm fucking ...ired.The .40-cal pistol bullets were just as bad. Three had smacked him, jerking him only fractions of a second apart. One got him in the upper thigh, and that hurt like hell. The one in his gut felt like it tore a bunch of fat loose, and his belly burned.But what was going to kill him, if the Border Patrol didn't save him first, was the one. This made the youngster very conscious of its fullness but not as muchas when his ripe tender behind was bared and stuck high in the air for alengthy leathering from one of his Father's many straps making Ken'ssouthern exposure experience a very unpleasant heat wave.The fact that Ken was still kept in extremely short pants did not helphis predicament, of course, and especially as some of the legs exposed alarge portion of his generous bottom cheeks. Some of the very shortshorts buttoned down. After that I knew I had to leave, the next morning I told Terry I was leaving him and that I wanted a divorce." I decided not to tell her that I was a witness to the previous evening's incident."What did he say?" He said no one leaves him unless he says so. The next thing I saw his fist coming at me, I turned my head but not quickly enough. It was a terrible blow to my head, I was down on the floor and then he was kicking me." Diane He will never do that again." She smiled."I know, Pug. I'm. Just like it was planned from above.”Both giggled at this and then went to bed.When Mike got home, he talked a little with his dad and went to bed. All day he could not quit thinking about Sally and how sexy she looked the night before. He felt really special with her on his arm and could not miss all the looks they got. He wondered if Sally had ever gone to a game with a guy or just her girlfriends. ‘I need to ask her the next time we are together,' he thought.Mike could not take it any longer.