His mind kept going back to that tawse and he speculated that perhaps Hannah used it on Bridget's buttocks when the women were the only occupants of t...e cottage. He had his evening meal in the pub and then returned to his room in the cottage but not before again alighting his eyes on the strap.He was on top of his bed slowly running his hand up and down his erect cock with thoughts of that tawse cracking against bare buttocks when there was a knock on his door and immediately the door. It was obvious that Aunt Martha had contacted him on Ada’s behalf. What was less obvious was that Aunt Martha had been in continued contact with William Hagen ever since he had left for Colorado. And she had done everything she could to keep some spark of connection between Hagen and her niece. There were limits to Aunt Martha’s pulling of strings in the background, however, and no one ever knew what led to the appearance in front of the lake house the next day of two Shaffer-manufactured. He climbed over several bleacher seats and sat behind Fran. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, asking if she wanted to share a beer or two with us. She looked back and smiled so wide, you probably could have put a dinner plate in her mouth; that is a slight exaggeration." Mack chuckled softly, gesturing with his hands at the width of her mouth. "She stood up, grabbed your Dad's hand, and away we went under the bleachers." "There was a small alcove way back where we hid the beer. Leading. How could I have doubted him for a second, she thought to herself. Carrie was still babbling, but Laurel barely heard it. She did hear Ryan's voice rise, just a bit, in response."Listen. I've tried to be nice, but that's not working. First of all, Laurel's brilliant. I'm not in her league, but I'm no dummy, and I prefer a girlfriend who I can have an intelligent conversation with. Sorry, Carrie, but that leaves you right out. Second of all, Laurel's every bit as beautiful as you are--and she's.