I reached up high in the air, and brought my hand down on her vulnerable rear end with all the force I could muster. “Ouch!” Beth responded, “N...w, that’s more like it!” I repeated my vicious smacks, bringing my rigid hand down upon her soft flesh time and again, and she continued to urge me on. Her delectable ass cheeks were quickly turning bright red with each new slap of my hand and she writhed on top of my lap, as her hand found her sweet spot. “Keep going, Uncle Bill, I’m getting hot!”. “Perfect!” I was a bit disappointed that she’d broken the spell. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet.“You have such a pretty hair color,” she added, after a loaded pause. If she had at all picked up on my mild downcast mood, she didn’t show it. “It brings out the brown of your eyes.”For the first time in six months, she held my gaze for more than a few seconds. She was visibly uncomfortable with it, but despite her flushed cheeks, she looked determined to let me know she appreciated me. Her mouth curled. On the other hand, the Eastern Zone was left in ruins and no effort was made to restore order to the streets of the Russian Zone. Garbage was dropped in the debris and the rats multiplied quickly making it dangerous to even sleep at night. The people in the Russian zone walked around like zombies afraid to make any noise because it would draw attention to them from the mostly drunken Russian soldiers.In the American zone, the people were most hopeful because the Americans were paying them with. Cindy hesitated, "Tommy, even though Beth seems like a totally different person from the shy bookworm you first met, she's still getting used to all the changes in her life and I guess she just doesn't want to push you."When I got home that afternoon Mom was already home, "Hi, Tommy, how'd school go today?" It was okay, I guess. Mom, can I ask a favor? Can we have Beth over here for Thanksgiving? Her folks have to be out of town and it doesn't seem fair that she has to be alone."Mom thought for.