"Roger put his right arm around Doris's waist, turned her to face him again and kissed her on the lips. This time it was considerably more than a peck... When he broke away he said, "I think maybe you did."Some ten minutes later the six of them were sat in a quiet corner of the lounge at a table big enough to seat seven. Roger and Richard were both nursing a Foster's lager, Doris was drinking cider, Suzy and Chrissie both had vodka-tonics in front of them while Peggy and Katie, like Roger and. "I hope you are going to enjoy this as much as I am." Are you comfortable?" "Ahwhwah," wasn't my most articulate response, but she saved me. "Yes, I see, you'll just have to find another way to 'talk' to me." With the seeming joy of a small child and all the malice of a domme who knew exactly what she was doing, she sweetly suggests, "I know, you can just squeeze your butt cheeks. One for no, two for yes. Let's try it again, are you OK."One, two. With a hearty open-handed slap to my right. I know you must have been having a difficult time.“Apology accepted and please, don’t worry about it anymore,” I added, very flustered.“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some errands to run,” I finished and begin to turn away.Turning away from those sky-blue, glacier-blue, laser-like eyes took nearly all my strength but I finally did so and began to walk away.“Mother?” I heard the daughter ask.“Wait, please wait,” I heard from “mother.”“Don’t go yet,” I heard her ask.I stopped, but didn’t trust. She had left out the third letter ‘L’. ‘She was also a lady,’ I reminded myself. I had disrespected that, disrespected her, and regretted it deeply. We’d been openly frank and honest with one another before. I saw no point in dancing around that, telling her succinctly what I had first thought, envisioned, and formed within my own mind about her. To my surprise she laughed. ‘LOL’, she typed. ‘It appears you and I have a lot to discuss.’ And so we did. From that point forward we came to know one.