She felt foolish. She would never admit it in front of all these people, but, excepting for her father, no one had ever given her a piece of jewelry b...fore. She opened the box. The reaction around the tavern ranged from groans to the usual oohs and ahs. It was a magnificent diamond tennis bracelet. It was so thick with diamonds it was vulgar. Maureen’s sigh was audible. She was both audibly and visibly moved. Looking up sheepishly, ‘Oh Cal, you shouldn’t have.’ ‘Do you like it,’ he asked? She. That's a good deal, right?"The man said, "If you're going to do what I think you're doing, take them for the ten, and I'll give you the whole ten back when you bring them back. You can probably use a break."I was out of there in a flash and found a Walgreens that carried the 110 ten cartridges. I drove back to the motel, hoping they would still be there, and what do you know; both cars were still there. That's when I remembered that she had told me she had a late meeting today.I took several. He said, "You're so dirtyThat you need a spankingand to be ridden rough.So fetch me a beerand then I'll do my stuff."He wanted his drink,so that's what I got him.But then I begged, "Please,please don't swat my bottom."But Hank simply grinned,Turned me over his lap,Pulled down my pantiesand gave me a slap.He peppered my bottomwith two dozen more,and then stood me up,weeping and sore.They gave me a new name,Fit for a queen.I used to be Mickbut now I'm Maureen.Brandy laughed.She couldn't contain. A tickle of my clit does wonders for my frame of mind! And, of course, we greet each other by fondling each other’s genitals, and that’s kind of hard to do with clothes on!My husband Herb and I weren’t the ones that started this chapter, but we came in early, and now we’re the senior members here. As you see by my gold wristband, I’m a Guide, so people all look up to me for sexual instruction. I’m pretty good at it, or so I’ve been told. The instruction, I mean. We’re all pretty good at sex,.