Somewhere I have a chart of Pittwater and Broken Bay, let me find it.”We headed into the study, and I rummaged around in the filing cabinets until I...found what I was looking for, the MSB chart of the Broken Bay area. I spread it out on my desk, holding the corners down with some books. I showed her where the sailing club was, and some of the familiar locations around Pittwater, and Juno Point where we raced up to for the Quartet Bowl.“We can sail down Cowan Creek,” I said, “and there’s all. His name was Sammy. He was an electrician and Shawna had seen his van often but had never looked at the man driving. Sammy was nearly six feet four inches tall and somewhat wiry in build. He had been the result of an ill-advised fling between his redneck father and his Vietnamese lover. He had the best facial features of both races. Sammy was handsome. Both of his parents had been ostracized so a great aunt had raised Sammy at her small farm. She had taught him to read, taught him sign. He beckoned Alex over to him, then pulled him downand laid him over his knees.Alex could feel the stiffening cock against his stomach, but then Danielpulled back his underskirt, to reveal his bare buttocks. With a resoundingcrack, he smacked first one, then the other cheek.At first, it really hurt, and Alex cried out a few times. But after a fewstrokes, his senses numbed, and he just felt the energy of the impactbuild up like heat. His buttocks glowed red, and continued to twitch evenwhen. " Well, we've got quite a lot of money now. Nell must have fifteen thousand invested." That much?" Steven was astonished.Becca nodded. "I'm sure we could put it to good use. In fact we ought to and I thought we might try to set up another branch in another big town with its own house and everything. I'd have to find a couple of girls from here to gaffer it but that shouldn't be a problem."Steven looked at her in awe. "Have you talked with any of the girls about this?"She shook her head. "I.