.. what I want you... to do!" Helen gasped, brandishing the thick leather strap like an exultant gaucho over her head before cracking it across Elaine...s blood-red buttocks.Elaine knew all too well and was damned if she was going to scream out. She was damned if she didn't. It was only a matter of time before she broke down. She'd listened in panic to her mother administering rough justice on her friend. She'd considered fleeing, but where could she go? To her father? No. She simply bit her lip. ....please.....I need it..."She reached up and stroked my scruffy, ungroomed face. She ran them down my cheeks and played with the collars of my shirt. Realised everything the man had told me was true Janice, my ex neighbour would do want ever I wanted and she was desperate for it! Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfilment. I had never seen a woman so desperate for sex."Mmmm, I think you should strip...slowly....running your hands all over your body!"She instantly stood. I backed up so I. In less than half an hour he was shaking hands with a man who had no mustache but did have a beard which would have reached his chest had it not been braided down the middle.“Hi. I’m Pete Nelson,” the Treehouse Man introduced himself. “Are you Karl Altmann?”“I am,” the bearded man answered, as if there had been much doubt. “It’s good to meet you.”The two men walked to the top of the hill where a huge oak and an equally impressive black walnut tree grew horizontally out from the cliff face,. " She looked at me as if giving a reply, but I 'heard' nothing. "What's wrong? I can't hear you."Chris tried again, but much harder. I got the feeling that the children formed a bridge, allowing me to hear well. "You still have to talk to them. Do you want me to go outside, or home?"I got another nod from her."How long will you be? I can wait by the tube, or go home. What do you want?" I got the feeling to go home. That she would return when she could. I stepped forward, and hugged her tightly,.