"Oh, baby, now!" she whimpered. "Please, now, Rich!"He lifted his head. "Here? In the garage, Mom?" Please!" she moaned.Pulling his hand from her pant...es, Rich smiled. "You gotta take everything off, Mom. I mean everything." You, too," she said feverishly, jerking at her blouse.She watched him hotly as he undressed, dropping his clothing out the window of the car. Roxie removed her blouse, unzipping her tight skirt and pushing it off. When she started to remove her panties, he stopped her."I. I wait, tensed. Nothing. Then smack! I scream briefly, before reciting, "Four, thank you, Sir." Fingers rubbing gently, checking there is no damage, then...Smack! "Five, thank you, Sir," I sob. Another smack, not as hard, but still enough to sting. "Six, thank you, Sir." Another smack, not as bad. Oh God, how many, think, Six? No, more must be more. "Seven, thank you, Sir," I remembered just in time.That was close. Must focus. SMACK! Harder than any other, you must have changed hands. I yell. And that ice cream Bridget had mentioned was sounding pretty darn good right now. Maybe they even left a little for her? She popped out of bed and went straight for the kitchen. Bridget and Nadine were nowhere to be found. And they weren't in the living room either. They wouldn't have left her here alone, would they?One way to find out. Bridget's and Nadine's room was about halfway down the hall from hers. As she approached their door, she stopped and cocked an ear. She thought she'd heard. I thanked her and said I am not gonna buy that because that shirt was of Chinese collar (round necked). Hearing that her face showed disappointment, and I really didn’t want that lovely face to be sad. So I told her that if I get that color in a formal shirt than I will surely buy it.Now this conversation was a spark of our friendship. Later we had some casual talk and till here I had no lusty intentions for her. Also, our conversation was good but it seemed like her brother was done trying.