I then made two more copies for the co-conspirators.I saw them both turn their heads in my direction when they heard me exit my office."I'll be right ...ack," I said heading for the front door. "I have something for the mailbox." Mailbox?" my wife questioned. "Can't that wait, we have to talk..."I was out the door before she could complete what she was saying. I walked to the corner and mailed all three copies of my deposition. A few minutes later I was back. I approached both women sitting on my. Hand me the key.” She laughs. A good laugh, with a touch of cruelty mixed in. This sends a chill up and down my spine. “Oh, I don’t think so. That wouldn’t please Hatch.” “He won’t mind. I did this myself, for him. He won’t know. Please.” “What fun would that be?” Another shiver. Her little hand smacks my ass, twice. I gasp. “I asked you a question--why did he spank you?” “I made him a to-do list. He wasn’t happy about it. He spanked me out back.” “I bet that turned you on.” Her fingers. “Now what would you be knowing about my Tyler, hmm?” “Oh, nothing much,” he replied, “just that our star athlete mister Greene visited a bar one evening almost two months ago, met someone special, and disappeared. The only record of him before he vanished was a voice mail he left to his girlfriend, explaining that he had met someone new, and wouldn’t be coming home. When he didn’t show up for his classes the following week, his fiance filed a missing persons report. Poor girl, wouldn’t you. As we’d soaked up the local culture, all of our dreams had seemed possible. I rested my head on Bill’s shoulder as those memories overwhelmed me. Not everything had turned out the way that we’d planned but overall I couldn’t think about anything in my life that I would change. Far away from the chaos of the small tourist city, hidden well among tropical trees, the Legacy Hotel was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Once a grand slave plantation, it had been converted into a cozy hideaway while.