I took off all my clothes and plopped onto the bed and slept for almost three hours, dead as stone.In the late afternoon I awoke and took a shower and...dressed. Settling onto the sofa with my New York Times, I awaited Martha.She returned late, around five-forty-five, looking cheerless and enervated in the brown two piece suit in which she had been so fresh and pretty a few hours before. I opened the door for her and grinned, wearing my new frames. Unsmiling, she entered sluggishly and plopped. He reached the crease of her ass and then moved onto the backs of her legs - fresh territory that had yet not been touched with the paddle. Assaulting this new flesh tore new, more terrible screams from her throat. He moved slowly down her legs with the belt stripes, and then back up to the top of her ass for a total of twenty lashes with the belt.He set the belt down, finished with it now. He bent down to get a good look at her ass and the backs of her legs, inspecting them closely to see how. There was a clear line of them, and a definite path I had to take. The spear stuck me in the arse again, to remind me to keep moving. I stepped carefully towards the first brave, now all thought of my empty stomach forgotten.The first brave swung wildly, laughingly, thinking it all just fun. He hadn’t expected me to duck and then leap up at him as his stone axe, blunt end first, swept over my head. They were only meaning to break bones, not kill me. And they were most surprised when I fought. It turned out that Connie’s catharsis for her grief occurred when she appeared in court at Spencer’s trial. About a month after Connie’s recovery the DA’s office contacted her for an interview. The prosecutor suggested that her testimony at trial should not be contentious. The remaining evidence was damning enough that Spencer would surely be convicted even without her evidence. The only real issue would be punishment. Michigan does not have the death penalty so it boiled down to whether he.