.." So do you want to keep the dog?" Yeah, kinda, I mean I'd like friends too. There's just not much to do here." When we were living in the city you ...sed to complain that you didn't get to go outside very much; now you have nothing but outside to go and see, and you're complaining again. I think that the difference here is that you are afraid because you don't know anything. I won't say that your fear is unjustified, just that your confidence in the city was not based on reality, after all. Even her co-workers had noticed her daydreams and were wondering if she had perhaps gotten sick. In the middle of the daily morning meeting her phone vibrated in her suit pocket. She opened the ‘WhatsApp’ message she’d just received from an unknown number. “How is the little slut doing?” Attached was a picture of her, practically undressed and watching. The fornicating couple in the background was clear to see. ~~~ She read the message twice. Her pulse quickened as she glanced upwards to see. He wiped his tears. The remnants of his tears were still on her.~~~Present day…“Morning, babe,” Isa’s fiancé and Juan’s soon-to-be-uncle, Derek said. Derek began to make out with Isa with short kisses. Derek was very much an advocate of public displays of affection.“Morning. You want some bacon and eggs? That is… if este gordo hasn’t ate it all yet!” Isa said, again, playfully hitting her nephew. “Ooh, what I did last night that good, babe?” Isa said with a sly grin. Juan kept eating, thinking. I must have hit her several dozen times by now, but none of it counts. So I keep going. Her skin is turning red, not the deep angry red of recently whipped skin, but the reddish glow of irritated skin. And tap tap tap it goes. We must be well past 100 taps now, and again I increase the strength a bit. But no too much. Tap tap tap. Anna is squirming now, the taps becoming noticeable if not actually painful. And still I go on. When I guess that we are at about 150, I increase the strength a third.