I bet he hasn’t changed much. I hope he hasn’t?” she said a little bit dreamily.“You know Linda, if I didn’t know better, it sounds like you...might be carrying a torch for Danny Hilts. He told me that you made quite the impression on him as well.”“Oh, Marty – that’s silly.”“Your eyes are lighting up right now just talking about him, I hope he lives up to your expectations?”I took her home and we kissed each other on the cheek goodbye. I walked into my place - the phone was ringing. “Hello, this. Any misbehaviour at church and you will get another spanking when we get home. Understood?”“Yes, Miss Vicky,” all three replied together. Just like at school, Vicky told herself with a wicked smile.Vicky looked at Marian and ordered, “You first, Marian.”Marian scrunched up her face as she stepped across to Vicky and eased herself across the teenager’s lap.Vicky waited for Marian to settle and tapped the paddle hairbrush on her bottom a couple of times before raising it and bringing it down. " I doubted it though. Rob Jefferson was our local pharmacist and I always 'acquired' my party supplies from his drug store.That's the best part about being a cop, you never have to pay for anything. Rob gave me an especially nasty glare last night when I grabbed my weekly pack of rubbers, especially after I told him (as usual) I'd be putting these to some good use. Time I think for Rob Jefferson to get a little reminder beat-down of his own, to remind him who runs things in town.The Chief. The experience had utterly removed any desire to become a chef – too much stress, too many long hours – but had left me with the ability to make a decent meal.The market was already filling with people leaving work early to buy food for the evening. I moved quickly under the market’s framing of green bridge girders, picking up two dozen fresh sea scallops before jogging to the right, thrusting my hands into a steel pail to bring out a pound of nutty brown cremini mushrooms. I stopped at a stall.