"I did it because I wanted to see why we were together and if I was just a symbol to you, that’s why it happened like that." In my own mind it is sl...ghtly less clear, though this seems like it actually might be true. "You mean you did bad sex on purpose?" "Yes, but if it's any consolation I didn’t enjoy it to the extent that it appeared, in fact it was just as bad for me, plus the fact that men have to perform." "Hmm" she says, after a brief deliberation, already with her professional mind. Miss Hargreaves was crying after the first few strokes just like the college girls and wasn’t able to count the number of strokes she received and had to assume she got the fifteen strokes because the caning suddenly stopped, and wondered what her bottom would look like with the raised welts painted across it. Miss Hargreaves was still not thinking straight as she felt her wrists set free from the clasps and she managed to push herself up, and her hands rushed to her bottom cheeks which she. They were happy years,she wanted for nothing and her husband showered her with love and affection,she got whatever she wanted,had a nice house and big 4X4 to drive around in,she had as much money as she wanted and ...and still there was something missing.Gillian lacked excitement;her husband worked hard and never questioned her about what she was upto when she was all alone,just as well because Gillian was having an affair,nothing but lust ,just fooling around.Gillian had no intention of giving. Peter was shorter and broader through the shoulders, with brown hair, and a goatee that came and went about once a month. He hit it off with them immediately: they were very smart, very funny, and soon he was spending a few nights a week with them, either drinking at the pub, studying at the pub, or studying with them at one of their places. They both shared houses with people, and so preferred hanging at Jonathan’s. One night, they were sipping beers and arguing over a point of Hegel’s.