My fingers found the way to part her wet slit and gently traced the inside of her lips, spreading her moistness all around. I slid one finger deep in...o her hole, her honey tasting juices flowing like a river as I gently massaged my finger in and out of her. I could feel her knees starting to tremble so I guided her into the bathroom and hoisted her onto the sink counter. I kissed her neck and stared deep into her beautiful eyes as I inched her pants down exposing her freshly shaved sopping. Finally the door opened a crack again, and the nurse, with a scowl now, spat at me."Mrs. Kittering says Maggie Wingate is dead, and that you are to leave." Yes, well I'm not that Maggie Wingate, that is the problem!" Wait please," she had the grace to say this time before the door closed again. It remained closed for only a moment before it opened again. "Please come in ma'am."The house showed its age at the same time it proclaimed the elegant era from which it came. The front parlor was a. ”“The head of kings, the tail of beasts, and when you eat, the cost of feasts. What am I?”“Well that is silly,” said Simon. “You already told me what you are. You are a beast with the head of a man, the body of a lion, and the wings of an eagle—a sphinx. If you have another name, you haven’t been polite enough to introduce yourself.”“The answer is not me,” the sphinx said gleefully, rising to pounce on and eat Simon.“It certainly is,” said Simon. “You asked, ‘What am I?’ I correctly identified. It hissed angrily, cutting the breeze easily. “Start counting off, loudly.” SWISH SMACK! “One” That smarted. SWISH SMACK! “Two.” SWISH SMACK! “Three.” SWISH SMACK! And so it went, me biting my lips, clenching my jaw, holding back tears, trying not to cry as he made me count out the blows. Twenty lashes felt like forever because he would often pause to let the pain sink in before he applied the next lash. He would also rub the cane across my tingling hide, prolonging the torture. .