Actually no, I mean what will give both of us a good time.”“And if I say no to every single one?”“That’s absolutely okay. Actually, I think ...hat’s quite likely. I never gave you the chance to do that before, I never really even tried to find out.”“And if I see some woman that I take a fancy to?”“Then you go for it — without asking me.”“Uh-huh. How long are we going for?”“Two weeks, with an option on another one or two.”“Okay, on one condition... after the first week we have a day to take stock. "Let me put the properties on a map." Her fingers danced again, and a map appeared on the monitor. "This is property number one, seven acres with frontage on Great Basin Highway, not full frontage but enough for access, which makes the land more expensive. The seller is asking $20,000 an acre." The monitor flickered and another property became highlighted on the map. "This property has access off Steptoe Creek Road and abuts the other property at the rear. It's twenty acres, with an asking. It looked like all of the marks had completely faded. He wasn’t happy. He made Sandy kneel on the bed and gave her 20 more lashes with the leather strap. These were clearly much harder strokes as they immediately produced deep red marks. Sandy was dismissed to her room, but the punishments weren’t over. Her Mom was about to be punished again for being too lenient. She undressed and knelt on the bed just as her daughter had. Her husband spread her legs just a little wider and began applying the. After his funeral Mom and I were depressed and we didn’t know what to do. We ended up sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and had a long talk about Dad. She told me that dad loved the time we spent together building the cabin and hunting so much that he wanted his ashes scattered in the woods where we hunted. Last winter I drove my Mom to the woods and we spread his ashes by his favorite hunting stands. Mom wasn’t a hunter so I rode her around in the woods on the snowmobile and showed.