“It’s almost lunchtime. I’m not gonna miss my show.”“Ma’am, please...”“I’m not your ‘Ma’am’,” she barked suddenly. Then she ...ettled back into her chair and said, “Name’s Selma.”I nodded. “Selma. Please. I only need to know if a particular person has stayed here recently.”“How recent? My memory’s not what it used to be.”“A few months ago?”She frowned at me. “What’s her name?”“I didn’t say it was a ‘her’,” I said.“Cute young fella come in here looking for someone, don’t tell me you...” and she. I suggested that in keeping with the music we have Martinis. I watched the bartender make them; mostly because I wanted to be sure it was dry enough. That made me think of the old saw about the bartender that made the driest Martinis in the world: he put the vermouth bottle by the glass and let it sit there for about ten seconds with the lid off and then put the vermouth away. This guy knew what he was doing. I was surprised when, instead of a cheap bar gin, he used Bombay Sapphire.I walked. I am going to lower your underpants.” Then I felt the coolness of the air as she lowered them to my knees. “You do have a nice tight bottom to spank. No wonder she spanks you. You are now going to feel your spanking a lot more.” The hairbrush did sting a lot more this way. I was surprised because she also used the hairbrush to spank my upper inner thighs. “Now you will feel this medium sized hairbrush.” She bent over and showed it to me. Then spank, spank, spank. By the way I was reacting, I. What a body! And she had been so mean to him ... To plunge into her, to take her, to shoot her full of sperm -- it felt like it would be incredibly exciting. More exciting than anything that might happen for the rest of his life. He remembered what his fingers had felt inside Megan’s panties, how her smooth-skinned body had looked laid out for the taking -- it drove him crazy.He tossed and turned, and at 1:30 he woke up, dressed, and sat in the living room, brooding. He had two more beers. He.