If I don’t hear you, it doesn’t count?.She went behind me, I head the swish of the cane and felt the shockwave power through me. My body bucked ag...inst the restraints as I yelled ?ONE?. I heard her laugh and the cane swish again. I gasped and yelled ‘TWO? even louder. By the time we got to five I was hollering it out and my ass was on fire.Bending down she spoke softly in my ear ?I’ll show you some mercy, but on my terms. Not yours?.She exchanged the cane for a paddle and warned me to keep. " Honestly, it could be worse," Al grinned. "Back in Vietnam, we used to shit into the cut-off ends of fifty-five-gallon drums, and when you'd get stuck on the shit detail every once in a while, you had to haul all that out into the boonies, dump diesel fuel on it and burn it. I honestly think emptying a rocket box isn't as bad." He grinned and continued, "But just by a hair." Well, if I have to, I have to," she shrugged."That's the spirit," Al grinned. "That much said, this probably will be. That new home I'd had in my hands and in my heart was gone as quickly as it came to be.It took reaching the lowest point in my life for me to get that feeling of home again. Jack made the most stupid promise ever to me in an effort to be caring. When he helped out Sara and I took it the wrong way, he didn't try to win me back because of that promise. Knowing the way she feels about Jack, I know what it took for her to come over to my house and prove to me how stupid I was. I still don't know. The guys hadn’t returned yet. I couldn’t help licking my lips as I watched Honey’s hips twitch as she strode across the room to place her bag on the dresser. With the same twitching hips, she brought an electrical charge with her as she reentered my personal space. “Where were we?” she breathed against my parted lips. I stroked my tongue against her top lip, let it slide inside her mouth, feeling her tongue caress mine. Her lips were like cool satin against mine. My core began to tremble in.