Life isn’t very interesting if you know everything that’s going to happen before it happen or if you know how a person is going to act and react t... every situation. Life becomes boring when that happens. I can’t stand it. I don’t want to know about what’s going to happen tomorrow or the day after that. All I care about is today. This moment. Right here. Right now. Perhaps, that’s another reason why I’m still here after one hundred years of living. Because I don’t focus the destination. I focus. We startle when we hear the whip whistle and clack in the air and suddenly I hear Miss Stephanie make a little cry when the whip slaps the silky texture of her skin golden by the sun.Then another crack followed, followed by others, going crescendo in their intensity, like the cries of her friend, the souminatrix."It excites you, doesn't it, to hear a beautiful submissive being whipped? "Miss Maude said in my ear."Yes Mistress, it excites me to hear Miss Stephanie being whipped by you. »A moment. He commented on how nice I looked, and thanked me for a most truly remarkable day. When we in his car he asked me if I fancied a drink and I said I’d love to.We went to a local gay friendly bar and sat in the pub garden. I was sexy smoking with Dave sat opposite me on a typical wooden ‘bench’. There was a couple of older men sat on an adjacent table and they were staring somewhat. “Everyone wants to fuck you Tina!” Dave said. “They can!” I laughed as I replied.One of the old guys came over and. She remembered talking about the stars though. Something about cheating. ‘Are Michelle and Tommie all right?’ ‘Perfectly all right.’ Her mother patted her hand again. ‘Michelle called from your cell phone right after you passed out and-‘ ‘I passed out?’ Her mother looked chagrined. ‘My leg really hurts, Mom. Really bad.’ She tried unsuccessfully to push down the covers to get a look at her thigh, but her mom was having none of it. More came back. She remembered the stranger jostling her as he.