“Do you mean you live here, but your village is on the other side of the river?” He began to get very excited. “Then there must be a way to cros... the river. Is there a great tree that has fallen across it so we can walk across?”“A tree? You mean a bridge across the river?” Now the melon farmer sounded both furious and insulted. “This is a ford—a place to wade across the river. Bridges are a great barrier to commerce.”“I don’t understand,” said Steven.The melon farmer nodded sagely. “You don’t. We weren't a telephone family. In her sweetest voice, she basically echoed Chloe's original invitation, without the mention of my posthole digger.I happily accepted the second invitation. It felt funny talking to and agreeing with Jill about how much fun it would be. The throb in my pants was doing all my voting. I was voting with the throb in my pants. Sisters might be off-limits, but hell--their friends weren't! As if that ever worked out.They picked me up Friday after work. I was all packed.. When the third stroke landed she heard Marcia hiss in and out through clenched teeth as she shook her head from side to side and even wiggled her bottom, all indicating the struggle for her to cope with each cane stroke.As the fourth stroke landed, Marcia once again questioned how she could’ve broken a rule knowing that this was going to be the result. There were no second chances ever given at the Halfway house and so there was never any question that she would be let off this awfully. "I didn't even look up. I reached back and lifted my skirt over my ass and held it there until Blake said, "Okay. That's enough fun for now. Come on. We don't want to be late for work."I dropped my skirt and followed him back out onto the crowded city sidewalk. I noticed that I got some strange looks from passersby as I stepped out of that place. Blake ignored the people around us though. He waited until I was beside him and we began to walk back to our office at a brisk pace.He spoke to me.