She steadied herself against his hold and lowered herself to her knees then her haunches. She settled herself with her legs loosely crossed. Her choco...ate brown labia were split wide. Her partner had grown hard. He massaged himself slowly. They watched each other’s faces. Some of the others fidgeted. When he came the jet arced as elegantly as the two of them had been positioning themselves. It landed upon Pam’s inner thigh then her knee then her calf. His first deposit ran watery towards her. Do we need an object lesson right here and now?" No Sir, thank you, Sir."She turned, feeling the redness in her face as she decided she'd rather die than pee herself while hiking this way.She heard the whistle of the whip right before it laid across the backs of her thighs, a strip of acid-hot fire on her skin."If you have to pee, then pee, slut. Right now, while we're walking."He laid another stripe form the whip in the other direction and she burned, her face burning with shame, her thighs. Now that it wasout there as a possibility, Shelly wasn't so sure she wanted the wish tocome true. She felt like a character out of that awful story, TheMonkey's Paw. She half expected Herbert White himself to begin poundingon the front door with his dead, machine mangled fist, demanding to belet in. Shelly quietly scolded herself, awash in guilt at her self-perceivedbetrayal of her parents. So that's how it happens. You wish forsomething impossible and when you get it, you find out why. "How the hell should I handle this?" I'm going to hang up now and call her doctor. I need to know her condition," I replied.I called my publicist, Sue; we needed a plan of action. I explained the prior phone call to her.There was a flurry of phone calls across the Pacific Ocean as we formulated the plans. We agreed that it would help my image if I appeared to support my ex-wife in her recovery. (Anything to sell more books) I called the NYC hospital and spoke to my ex's doctor, "Your ex-wife.