She doesn't know me these days. It breaks my heart to see the poor lady the way she is. But your sweet bottom has lifted my spirits a little already! ...t looks a little red. Have you been caned lately?" No, your Majesty! Worse luck! My Mistress, the traitor Roberta, used to cane me, but stopped doing so more than a month ago. There was a misunderstanding in a place called Rockwell Green and they tortured her horribly for seven days until I was able to straighten things out. Poor thing!" Let us. Leaving her there just seemed wrong. I found the seatbelt and undid the clasp. She slipped toward the window, her body moving with gravity. Moving behind the seat, I tried to figure a way to lift her up. It took a few aborted tries before I realized I didn’t have the leverage. I would have to lift her straight up while standing on her window. I walked around, stepping carefully, removing larger branches as I went. Squatting, I was able to get my arms under hers and lifted her up. Half pulling,. David's family was interesting. He and his three younger sisters lived with their (relatively young) grandparents. Their son and his wife had gotten the "d" word, scandalous back then, and had unceremoniously dumped the four kids on Gramma and Grampa L___.Of the sisters, the youngest was Barbara, cute as a button, six years old, and besotted with my father. She'd sit in his lap, and even called him "Daddy" a time or two. My dad adored the child, sure, but he was uncomfortable with the. “Ah, shit,” I thought to myself as I grabbed for my phone. Being Friday afternoon, I figured that she would be getting ready for her shift at the bar. I had to ask her if I could stay with her during reunion week. I flipped my cell open and called the house. RIIINNNGGG Went the line. RIIINNNGGG Where was she? RIIINNNGGG the answering machine took over and I hung up. Maybe she was already there I thought, and then I texted her. “Hey mom, give me a call. I have to ask you a few things about next.