She didn’t know what to think. Again he swatted her ass, but this time he cupped her buttocks in his hand. He leaned into her and told her how good ...he smelled.“Thank you! Do you need anything else?”“That’s it. Thanks for your help today. See you tomorrow. You don’t have to wear suits every day. A nice dress is always a good choice.”“Okay! I didn’t know that. I’ll be sure to wear a dress tomorrow.”“I’m sure you’ll look lovely. Looking forward to seeing it.”Lisa walked out fast. I think Mr. Roma. Not that I would’ve wanted to get it on with these two sexy, albeit short ladies.The thing is, we also needed to figure out just how their society viewed mates and having sex with someone who wasn’t their mate. When Bob flashed me that we should ask Lou and Rua to explain the difference, I strongly suggested we wait until we had them all alone so we wouldn’t create another debacle!Their friends from this side of the island didn’t seem to understand any of our language. Their level of telepathy. He came home early, and I did not hear him pull into the garage. I was not kneeling at the door, head downcast, legs spread, hands on my thighs with my pals upwards. As the door opened, I raced to my position, but it was too late. My punishment was to include a fisting and a severe flogging with the Cat o' Nine Tails whip. First, I was led to Master's basement dungeon, and ordered onto the examination table. This is a cushioned, three-way folding bench that raises and lowers. The frame is made. Right in the very middle is a black framed picture of Albert Fromm, Husband, Father and Engineer, over an original Jean Fromm oil portrait of the Edmond Fitzgerald. That portrait was surrounded by twenty-eight photos of the officers and crewmen ... lost eleven years ago this coming November just short of Whitefish Bay on the Big Lake.There are photos of Pro Football players, Princes, Olympic Gold Medal Sailors, Authors and convicts. The winter lake is heavily featured with the ice coated storm.