The sergeant remembered the spurt of urine that had shot from the girl's slit a few minutes before and which was still puddled on the floor. She smile... slightly. The girl's punishment was not yet over.The sergeant's champion skills at badminton had given her the ability to wield the cane with remarkably fine nuances of delivery and, before starting the final set of ten strokes with the cane, she made one final assessment. When the prisoners were bending over in this position, their labia. But just as she was about to give herself the decisive stroke that would carry her over the edge into delicious, satisfying oblivion, there was a knock at her door."Mom," Bernie called, "I tried to make pancakes for breakfast, but I just made a mess. I think the blender exploded."Donna groaned. "I'll be right there, dear," she said, forcing herself to sound patient.There were times when she could gladly have shipped all three of her kids to the North Pole, and this was one of them. Bernie's. They think you're the best there is." OK, but I insist on paying a fair price for this." Altman stated."Agent, you will never have enough money in your lifetime to pay a 'fair' price for that, but we'll settle for a nickel. Which, by the way, brings your total to one dollar and eighty cents," the chuckle responded. "Oh, and don't forget that you have my cell. Seriously, give a call if anything comes up."Walking back to the stakeout Altman shook her head in disbelief at what had just transpired.. As I walked into the lounge across the street, I saw a woman walk up to the door at Room 129. She had on an overcoat. She opened the door and walked in.I called Jill and told her I probably would be later than I expected. Maybe I would drive half way home and find a motel. I had a feeling Billy was going to be real tired.Jill told me not to drive while drinking or if I'm tired. She would have breakfast ready for me in the morning.I said, "Jill, I love you, baby. I'll see you for breakfast, say.