Poverty might bring her back. Finish,” Colleen told me. So, I did.SLAP! “Three, Mistress Colleen.” I didn’t let up, and the last two or three ...id actually hurt her quite a bit. SLAP! “UHRRRRGH, Sixteen, Mistress Colleen.”“Connie, you have nothing from this point forward. You want something, you ask me. You go shopping for us, you get what we need. If we shop together and I get you a treat, so be it, but don’t beg. You will not be abused or humiliated. The best chance of that happening would be. " God, I hope she doesn't think of that one onher own. The clock on Bob's dash says 10:48. Times up.?"Let's go Bob."?"We have a few more minutes. Are you sure?'?"Yes, I want to get this over with." Bob releases my hand, starts thecar and backs out of the parking spot. As he pulls away, I look over myshoulder at the kids and their mother's, talking, laughing, wipingnoses, tying shoes, hugging. I start to silently cry, sad at the missedopportunity. Bob reaches over, quickly hugs me, then returns. Oh, she had tried. But he never yielded to her efforts. It both frustrated the hell out of her and left her close to panting with lust. She knew this was exactly what she needed. What she yearned for. What she craved. She knew that he was precisely what she desired. She honestly feared what might happen. What he might do with her. And yet, deep down, she knew she would ultimately be safe with him, though pushed to the extent of her limits. The crack of the cane marked the official beginning. I just told her I was a bit distracted.As the summer wore on, my ability to look into the past got even better. I could go as far back as 1789 by the end of July. My ability to go farther and farther back seemed to be getting easier. I wondered if that was because of the training Levy had me doing.August saw me approaching as far back as 1772. Ok, I admit it. I looked in on some of the more famous battles of the American Revolution! I couldn't help it. I took a few days here, a few there, and.