"That is some little piece of land that you marked off there. It would cost you a lot of money. Why a homestead that size would..."Tom interrupted him... "Look mister, I think that you heard me telling the other man that I can read, and the sign over there clearly says that mountain areas are a fifteen cents an acre, and wooded mountain tracts are a twenty five cents and acre. We both know that this whole section is nothing but mountains and woods. There isn't even a trail up there." Tom watched. " I know. I think I should sue." You don't have much of a case, Susan. They altered all the evidence. I canhelp you, if you'd like." How do you know this? Do you work for that bastard?" No, I don't. Are you sure you don't want my help?" No. I can work this out. I'll find another job." Ok, if that's the way you want it. Good luck. I hope to hear from you soon."Joe said and signed off. Susan signed off as well. She got out of the chairand freshened up her makeup. She put on a new dress and. "This should do nicely." He returned slowly, brushing the paddle across the bed as he moved up towards her, eventually reaching her smooth skin. He observed her desperate eyes as they followed his movement, periodically flicking up at him as she bit her lip, anxious to experience his punishment. He watched her brow furrow and mouth gasp wide as he swiftly snapped the paddle down against her delicate skin. After allowing her a brief moment to savor the pain, again he slowly searched for her. Standing, I pulled her T-shirt over her head, twisting her around as I did. I leaned down to kiss her neck as my arms went around her waist. ‘You’re the best looking queen I’ve ever known. I used to think of Elizabeth whenever I envisioned a queen. She’s definitely not my type.’ ‘Who’s this Elizabeth? And should I be jealous?’ I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to explain. Eventually, I ran out of breath. ‘Elizabeth…is the…Queen of England,’ I gasped. ‘That’s an island nation a long, long.