Is this too difficult? Do you want to change things between us?”“I do, but not the way you mean. I’m not going to make the mistake Kara made. Un...il she moves in, I want things just like they are. You’ve never, ever treated me badly; in fact, you treat me like your girl. You always think about me and don’t do anything that you think would hurt me. You love me and I love you. I don’t want any of that to change.”“I’m happy about that,” I said, stroking her hair.“Of course you are! You get to get. "Just in case you need a little encouragement walking down to thehouse," She said cheerfully, "Or try to disobey me in any way. Now getstarted, Darling." And she gave me a swift swat across the ass!Owwwl The feel of the slender willow switch across my tender bum wasenough to send me lurching awkwardly - stiff-legged, back-arched, chin-raised, waist-narrowed and with my arms pinned tightly to my back -- as-best I could down the path to the house. But as we rounded a bend inthe trail, I suddenly. No, that wasn't exactly true. If I hadn't been so greedy and certain that the buyers would love the house and be ready to put a bid on it right away, I wouldn't be here. How could I have known that the house, once the scene of a horrendous family murder, would have been seen in the newspaper worldwide and now every Tom, Dick and Harry who lived off of morbid thoughts would want to see it.It was a nice house, now that the blood and gore had been cleaned up. But, by law, I had to disclose all. I wanted to keep it that way. My father did take advantage of his newfound freedom though. For the first few years of his bachelorhood, he did have a fairly steady stream of girlfriends. It wasn’t until I was almost a teenager that he became really serious about one woman. Denise shared a lot in common with my father, so it was not surprising they would eventually tie the knot. Both were single parents who had been married to spouses with serious addiction problems. Her husband was an abusive.