The tugboat pulled us away from the landing and we crossed the Paso to Revolution and the Isla Aguada. The banks of this Paso was lined with the wreck... of abandoned ships and fishing boats. Now the trail took to the shore and the bus picked up speed ... all of fifteen miles an hour. All along the beach we had observed the damage of a recent hurricane.At Saban Cuy we headed inland. Following dusty dirt roads we entered the town of Independencia, Campeche, and stopped for a potty, a lunch and a. This told Auntie Jane all she needed to know. She added two more of herbest to equal response. The finished bum was a sea of scarlet and thebricks beneath the sissy were sticky-wet. "Mmmm, a burning bum so becomes you, Julian," Auntie Jane cooed as sherubbed his be-reddened buns with the cool, supple leather of the tawse."Now you understand so much more, do you not my pet?" Yes, Ma'am," the sissy nodded and muffled out, sensing that he had justentered a not so brave new world."That's so nice to. "I don't want a guy giving me a massage."She promised to reserve us both women."Am I going to be laying there all exposed?" I asked."You can leave your boxers on and you'll still have a towel over you." she promised. Entering into the 5-star day spa seemed to be advertised by my wife as promised. A professional staff escorted us past a fountain into a tranquil room with our wine glasses in hand and a robe covering our bodies. Two massage ther****ts introduced themselves to us as they entered. While the old widow had taken pity on Valentine’s fate, she neither had the money nor any interest in paying so much for the service of a bastard raised in a brothel. It was one of the few days when Emmeline wished old Mr. Tucker had never taught her or her mother to read and write. ‘Am I right to assume that you don’t wish to come into deptors’ prison? I am sure they would enjoy having a sweet little thing like you … of course without the protection I can offer you in my humble.